Pecan Praline enters an antique shop tucked away on a gloomy side street clutching a package to her chest. The young woman marches up to the counter and waits for the shopkeeper to notice her.

Pecan: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.

(The owner does not respond.)

Pecan: 'Ello, Miss?

Shopkeeper: What do you mean "miss"?

Pecan: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!

Shopkeeper: We're closin' for lunch.

Pecan: Never mind that, good sir. I wish to complain about this scrying mirror what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.

Shopkeeper: (nods) Ah yes, a fine item, Norwegian craftsmanship… what’s wrong with it?

Pecan: I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, sir. It’s defective. I asked it show me the face of my dearest love and I get THIS!

(Pecan slaps the mirror down on the counter and she, along with shopkeeper, ... Read more »