"I can't believe the kind of stuff they've got in here!" Sonya remarked to Derek. "It's like Pier One meets the Halloween Shack."
Derek eyed the ornamental statues, pedestals and china warily. "See anything in our price range? Or anything we actually WANT to buy, for that matter?"
"I'm sure they've got other kinds of things in the other aisles. I saw some mannequins with interesting outfits in the window." Sonya thrust her arm toward the entrance in a pointing gesture, but in doing so, she swiped a small statue on a nearby shelf. Derek tried to cup his hands under it, but his sharp reflexes weren't good enough. The statue bounced off his fingertips and shattered as it hit the hardwood floor.
The two exchanged wide-eyed glances, not making a sound. They didn't know how much that statue cost, but they were pretty sure they couldn't afford the price for breaking it. The silence was broken shortly by a store worker, a thirty-something woman dressed peculiarly in a well-worn nineteenth-century maid's dress. Her English accent seemed just as dated as she scolded:
"What have you done?!"