Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

Getting into the restaurant is simple enough, themed for a vaguely Earthian outlook. The best you can do for chocolate is hot chocolate, which goes down nice and smooth with a large breakfast.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat stretches, then goes to find Tir, armed with a cup of water.

[Anastasia]

Exiting, you see that your luck is still holding strong. Entering the only grocer here is Tir, still looking a touch sleepy himself. Going shopping before the big trip, eh?

[Carthrat]

"When are we leaving?" questions Carthrat, not bothering with a greeting.

[Anastasia]

Walking up to Tir, he starts just a bit, turning to see you. "You're up early," he says, a bit taken off guard to run into you this early. "Further, you're in cute form."

Tir suddenly grins. "Just coming back from a hot date," he smirks, firing back.

[Carthrat]

"I blame you," replies Carthrat. "You've thrown my biological clock out of whack."

She shakes her head. "But still. I kinda need to know, I've really gotta start working out a way to get some money together."

[Anastasia]

Going into the shop, Tir shrugs. "Mercenary work? Borderline trading/smuggling? Bounties? I hear the Colz bounty is up to a few million credits now," he notes, getting a loaf of bread from the stocked shelves.

Pausing as he goes towards the refrigerators with milk, he turns to you. "What's with all the money grabbing, though? I'm noting a serious trend here."

[Carthrat]

"I need some expensive parts," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "Parts only avaliable in space, and which are terribly expensive."

[Anastasia]

Getting to the counter and paying for his food, Tir nods. "Figures it would be something like that. What parts are you in the market for?" Getting his back, he starts walking out while waiting for an answer.

[Carthrat]

"This and that," replies Carthrat, shrugging.

[Anastasia]

"You have to have something working in your mind to be looking for specific parts," he challenges, not quite buying the brush off. "What's your next big invention, Rat?"

[Carthrat]

"I dunno, Tir," replies Carthrat, tsking. "What's with that hand of yours?"

[Anastasia]

Smoothly, "Don't try and change the subject, Rat," he scowls ever so slightly. "If you ARE looking for parts, maybe I might be able to help find a few of them," he offers.

[Carthrat]

"I know where to *find* them," replies Carthrat, shaking his head. "Of course, nobody can actually use them in the way I'm going to. Apart from some really high-tech firms," he says, pondering.

[Anastasia]

Tir chews that over. "So you're in something fairly heavy," he concludes, "whatever it is."

Idly, his right hand twitches a bit.

"Hm. How many credits are you looking at needing, ballpark?"