[Shopping in general is foreign to Nill; Heine would always just show up with neat packages of clothing from Granny Liza's shop and leave them around the church for her. She's always felt more than a little guilty about it, knowing he was using his own money to pay, since she didn't have any of her own. It's one of the long list of things that makes her feel not only indebted to Heine, but in awe of him.
But this isn't really shopping, is it? No money is required--and she's letting Vanessa make most of the decisions, entirely out of her element when it comes to choosing her own clothes. She likes the dresses made of softer material, the lace, but doesn't want anything as fancy as what Bishop and Granny Liza preferred. She ends up with several bags of clothes, which is more than she's ever owned of anything in her lief.
And shopping with someone else, someone who asks her opinions, is a new experience that she hasn't yet decided if she likes or not. It's overwhelming, but so are most things, here.
They break for lunch, which is a big relief to Nill, and it doesn't occur to her to ask why they're going in through the back door instead of the front. She's never been to a café, after all. She's never been out to eat in the first place. But this place--this kitchen is charming, and the smell of bread and the sight of all the utensils and little knick-knacks is homey. She likes it.
Nill moves towards the island as directed, and then scrunches up her nose as she thinks. A wish? She's just hungry. But she looks around, eventually finding an image of a kind of pastry that looks like it has apples on top, and points to it. How about that?]
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But this isn't really shopping, is it? No money is required--and she's letting Vanessa make most of the decisions, entirely out of her element when it comes to choosing her own clothes. She likes the dresses made of softer material, the lace, but doesn't want anything as fancy as what Bishop and Granny Liza preferred. She ends up with several bags of clothes, which is more than she's ever owned of anything in her lief.
And shopping with someone else, someone who asks her opinions, is a new experience that she hasn't yet decided if she likes or not. It's overwhelming, but so are most things, here.
They break for lunch, which is a big relief to Nill, and it doesn't occur to her to ask why they're going in through the back door instead of the front. She's never been to a café, after all. She's never been out to eat in the first place. But this place--this kitchen is charming, and the smell of bread and the sight of all the utensils and little knick-knacks is homey. She likes it.
Nill moves towards the island as directed, and then scrunches up her nose as she thinks. A wish? She's just hungry. But she looks around, eventually finding an image of a kind of pastry that looks like it has apples on top, and points to it. How about that?]