“Whoa, that’s some serious-looking armor,” Rage said as he drifted over to inspect it.
“Not bad, right? It’s all stiff and uncomfortable and hard to move in, just like real armor,” Ribbon replied, performing an awkward pirouette to let the floating salamander have a better look. She had changed right in the living room, leaving the discarded boxes and packaging scattered around her, but Rage chose to ignore the mess as he inspected the young elf’s latest purchase.
“You know what? I take it back. This is like bad cosplay stuff, the cheap kind that looks fine online but like a Halloween costume once you get it,” Rage said as he completed his circuit.
“What are you talking about? It’s got leather and mail and rivets and stuff.”
“That’s pleather. You’re wearing pleather armor.”
“If it’s got the same stats as leather armor and only costs half as much, I’m going to call that a great deal.”
“How much did you spend on it?”
“It’s an investment,” Ribbon replied, turning away from him.
“How much.”
“I’m going to make it all back really quick, so it doesn’t matter.”
“How? Are you going to try and be one of those professional cosplayers? That’s not an easy job, you know, and you first have to become popular before you actually start making any real money.”
“What? Of course not. I’ve got a much better plan. I’m going on an adventure,” Ribbon said as she donned her pleather gloves and started heading for the kitchen.