[There is a flurry of emotion in her stomach, some of it a happy buzz but most of it an odd, vaguely unwelcome squirming. She is not at all in the swing of having things bought for her, and it shows for a moment in how aimlessly she stands there, still in the middle of this shop, still holding this scarf, still pink and touched.]
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Save the rest for what's honestly needed, though.