(D3 EA) Don't Mind Me, Buying Grenades

[Honor]

"Nothing premium," he commented, though it wasn't really his conversation to butt in on, "just keeping up with the taxes," he said.

[Manny Donos]

Manny frowned at the man. "What, isn't your stuff good? That's not how you sell things. You have to be like 'ayyy, best grenades here, blow your enemies into next week' or something."

[Honor]

"My stuffs just fine," he grinned, "but I'm not about to try and gouge you on the price claiming they're better than anybody elses. They're grenades, they go boom, and I try to keep my customers happy by charging an entry fee at the door rather than hide it at the counter. Gets me loyal customers, keeps em too, even in case some runt comes by and tries to make trouble," he glares at Varina at that part.

[Manny Donos]

"Hey, she's not just some runt, she's a Mandalorian." Manny said. "You know what they're like, right? Best at blowing things up in the galaxy."

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "In fact, maybe you could do some advertisement with that. More people might come by if they knew this was a Mandalorian store of choice, right?"

[Honor]

"A Mandalorian runt," he said, shrugging, "but maybe, it's possible it could help. Though, attention gets you trouble too. In this business, I'll sacrifice just about anything to keep the KSF off my back."

[Manny Donos]

Manny groaned. "Tell me about it. They're why I'm homeless now! I barely made it out with my vid collection! Well, actually, I had to sneak back in for that."

He gave the fellow a sympathetic look. "What kinds of problems are they giving you?"

[Honor]

"I'm an arms dealer kid," he said, chuckled.

[Manny Donos]

"Hey, she's the kid!" Manny said, jerking his thumb towards Varina. "I'm twenty-four! And a half."

After a few moments, he sighed. "Actually, as of two weeks ago."

[Honor]

"Son," he said, chuckling to himself, "the fact you said 'and a half' just proves how much of an adult you are not. You may be grown, but you're still a kid, kid."

[Varina Ordo]

"Ha," Varina let out as she looked through the grenades. She patted her pockets for her money and then weighed it with the grenade prices. Math was going to take a bit.