Just about ready to chomp on a corner of the box, Charlie gives a soft whine at the diversion tactics before falling victim to them. The puppy turns his attention back to Vivi, giving him a few good sniffs (just in case he's hiding any treats, too) and licks his gloves.
"... Don't sound like anything they have here," Daryl says after another minute of studying the menu, all the while ignoring the glare one of the employees sends their way because of Charlie. The celebrity status associated with being a tribute apparently provides some perks; they won't be asked to leave, since their patronage will bring the little shop plenty of free publicity.
"There's this restaurant in the Training Center, bet they'll be able to make some if you describe 'em good enough. I've requested stuff before." Taking one of the small fold-up menus from the counter, he opens it to the frozen yogurt section and holds it out to Vivi, looking down at him. "The triple sounds nice. What three flavours you wanna try? And what toppings?"
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"... Don't sound like anything they have here," Daryl says after another minute of studying the menu, all the while ignoring the glare one of the employees sends their way because of Charlie. The celebrity status associated with being a tribute apparently provides some perks; they won't be asked to leave, since their patronage will bring the little shop plenty of free publicity.
"There's this restaurant in the Training Center, bet they'll be able to make some if you describe 'em good enough. I've requested stuff before." Taking one of the small fold-up menus from the counter, he opens it to the frozen yogurt section and holds it out to Vivi, looking down at him. "The triple sounds nice. What three flavours you wanna try? And what toppings?"