It was unlikely that Addison would be able to afford much of anything come Christmas time, but he was certain that he could at least afford something cheaper from Honeyduke's, a store he'd been in only once before.
From experience, cheaper things were usually put out of reach of most. Those with extra money to spend could afford the middle of the shelf stuff, but if there was a discount or even some goods that were going bad before Christmas time. The Chathams were used to slightly expired foods anyways, it would not be too much of a change.
The sound of another shopper touched his ears briefly, but not soon enough. The small box of Acid Pops fell right on Addison's head, and he toppled over. Addison swore loudly, turning bright red when he noticed that there was a young lady standing right there. Or maybe that was the Acid Pop he'd just pulled off his cheek. He rubbed it, frowning at the mess. He would have to pay for this now, for sure.
"My apologies, Miss, um," Addison pulled his notebook out of his pocket, wondering if he'd met her before. He flipped through the pages quickly before determining that he had not. "Miss." he said lamely.
Well, it would be Acid Pops for the Chatham Christmas, then. He bent over, on his hands and knees as he tried to analyze which Acid Pops looked like they were unharmed enough that they could simply be placed back in the box.
From experience, cheaper things were usually put out of reach of most. Those with extra money to spend could afford the middle of the shelf stuff, but if there was a discount or even some goods that were going bad before Christmas time. The Chathams were used to slightly expired foods anyways, it would not be too much of a change.
The sound of another shopper touched his ears briefly, but not soon enough. The small box of Acid Pops fell right on Addison's head, and he toppled over. Addison swore loudly, turning bright red when he noticed that there was a young lady standing right there. Or maybe that was the Acid Pop he'd just pulled off his cheek. He rubbed it, frowning at the mess. He would have to pay for this now, for sure.
"My apologies, Miss, um," Addison pulled his notebook out of his pocket, wondering if he'd met her before. He flipped through the pages quickly before determining that he had not. "Miss." he said lamely.
Well, it would be Acid Pops for the Chatham Christmas, then. He bent over, on his hands and knees as he tried to analyze which Acid Pops looked like they were unharmed enough that they could simply be placed back in the box.