[ Unfortunately, Gus doesn't realize until it's too late that the person who's stationed behind the counter isn't Iona: with an arm full of things (always so busy, this one) that piles up to eye-level, Gus is too busy trying to find a soft place to deposit all of his goodies to notice that the voice he's just heard isn't familiar.
What he has are...well. A tower of macarons, an actual full-blown dress, a handmade toy shaped like the Moulin Rouge with a real! moving! windmill!, and more trinkets. ]
Iona! You should've woken me up that day, but I'm here! I'm back!
[ He barges in, forgetting that there may be other customers here... please notice him... ]
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What he has are...well. A tower of macarons, an actual full-blown dress, a handmade toy shaped like the Moulin Rouge with a real! moving! windmill!, and more trinkets. ]
Iona! You should've woken me up that day, but I'm here! I'm back!
[ He barges in, forgetting that there may be other customers here... please notice him... ]