Havel“Shouldn’t she be back by now?” I asked, checking the time. “It’s been ages.”
“Females can take a while when trying on clothes,” the Brontes said, looking unconcerned.
We declined. If his refreshments were the same quality as his stall, we'd likely end up with food poisoning.
"Maybe ping her communicator," Xil suggested. "Just to check if she needs help deciding."
My present for her was already coming in handy. I'd made the right choice, even though it had taken me forever to decide.
I dialled her communicator's ID and waited for her to respond. I hadn't shown her how to use it yet, but all she had to do to pick up a call was press one very obvious button or use voice control. I'd made sure the device had human English installed as a language.
"The changing rooms are data-insula
