I was peering at hand creams while the assistant was talking to someone else about her writing (original stories), and when she came over to offer me advice, asked her whether she published stuff on the internet. Naturally, we went on from there (her first fanfic was a Harry/Draco epic).

Ahem. Five pairs. One for my daughter, one from my stepmum (it's her birthday tomorrow), and, koff. Well, they're *pretty*!

The price quoting thing was just *bizarre*. I might just drop in there on the pretext of wanting a look at the minibus in question, and see if I can get the price and booking confirmed in writing. Very odd.