Part 516: Robin A

Er, Robin? You remember that skin cream I sold you recently? I, er, don't suppose you'd let me try some of it?

Don't tell me you've never used it yourself?

Well, the thing is, I had such a limited supply, and it was so popular... It, uh...sold out before I had a chance!

Why, Anna, I had no idea it was such a rare and valuable commodity.

Oh, er, it's fine. That's what business is all about, right? B-but after you told me how well it worked, I was thinking I ought to try it myself.

Well, there's no time like the present. I have the tub right here in my bag... Now just hold still while I smear it all over your face.

...Gracious. It's very sticky, isn't it? It's almost like glue.

It always feels like that at first. But soon you'll find your skin tingling with health.

So, like, how long are we talking here? Not too long, I hope.

*Time passes*

...Anna? What's the matter?

I'm... not sure. Something feels strange. My skin is... It's... Oh gods, it's itchy! So itchy! ...And getting MUCH itchier!

...Oh?

Arrrgh! I can't stand it! It's like a hundred mosquito bites covered in tar! Wh-what's happening to me? How can I make it stop?!

Good heavens, Anna! Your face is swelling up like a balloon! Hold on! I'll fetch some water! (leaves)

Does she know I sold her the wrong cream? Is this some kind of sick revenge plot? N-no, that wouldn't be her style. ...Or would it? Maybe our skin just reacts differently to the cream? *scratch, scratch* Argh! Such an apt punishment for my crime... It must be the work of the gods!

But I'm not going to let this little setback bringing me down... *scratch* When life gives you lemons, you sell lemonade! *scratch* Then you sell the the lemon rinds, and plant the seeds, and sell the lemon trees later on! *Scratch, scratch, scratch*

Oh, gods! If only I had just sold her some lemonade! *scratch*