[Asher marvels at the stuff that's on display, clearly impressed by it. He can't say he's known any girls who've had this sort of shit out and about, and he even taps on one of the magnificent pieces of armor, knocking it softly with a knuckle.]
Daaaaang. Is this shit for real?
[His head snaps back to attention as she asks, hands sliding into the pockets of his green hoodie.]
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Daaaaang. Is this shit for real?
[His head snaps back to attention as she asks, hands sliding into the pockets of his green hoodie.]
And uhhhh, sure!
You got any beer?