[8:15 p.m.]Ariel Eremia would already be turning around, half listening, opening the little cooler and removing a carton of milk. "This one lets anyone in! Even dog ones sometimes! It's ok!" eyeing the milk as she poured it in the glass, closed the cooler and set it down extremely slowly in front of him. "Which good ones?!"
[8:17 p.m.]Julien Baptiste: "You let dogs into your shop? That's rather bizarre considering it's a bakery, no?" Grasping at the glass of milk, he would swiftly down it before placing the empty glass back down again.  "That is up to you, we would only require whatever goods you carry for the sun, only a few pastries, bagels, the usual.  I would pay for the treats of course, I'm to assuming that you would not give us a discount based on the amount of product and attention that would be brought to your bakery?"
[8:20 p.m.]Ariel Eremia "Dog ones are respecful ones! Sit in the corner  in the cool!" she'd scratch at her head, nor really understanding the discount talk. "This one wouldn't?...." she'd hum to herself in contemplation. "This one thinks so! Probably would! Definitely would that one is wrong one!"