" So it's a steampunk...sandwich" Thunder said warily, disbelieving of the poorly crafted piece of metal in his paws, flipping it over to see a clock taped to the underside of the treat. Even the clock wasn't working. "How would that make any sense in any regard?" Huffing out a shocked gasp, the canine would not be dissuaded from a sale that easily.

"What? What, you don't see the practical usages of this? Never goes stale! It can't! It's metal!" She leaned over, eyes tiny while she really sized this fox up. Didn't wanna sell a precious item to just any loaf. It had to be the right type of loaf. "You happen to have anemia at all, Mr loaf?"

"Loaf?" The fox tilted his head, looking back to the sandwich, just a few screwed together bits of copper with a plate of iron in the middle. There was an exhaust tube spouting from the left side of it; with a ginger squeeze, the springs in the sandwich responded, spurting out a tiny bit of black smoke. "I don't have anemia. You trying to tell me that this sandwich would be good for anemia? "

Rei suddenly stood up, only to frump back down against the table.

"It's 40 percent iron!" She stood up again, only wander backwards a half step, looking to smashy mcsmilie face as if to confer with the inanimate anvil. "Okay. Okay I can see you push a hard bargain. I'll let you try a bite of it, free of charge. If you're not satisfied, I'll only charge you half the full forty dollars the sammich costs because you're still ruining my product. Deal?" Thunder squinted at the canine, her hand extended out like they were making a verbal contract.

"That's a terrible bargain." But that given, he'd be lying to say he wasn't intrigued what a steam-punk sandwich tasted like. Rei sat back down at the table, knowing she had him trapped, like a bobcat in a corner. The fox stared at it again, taking a short, despairing huff before looking back, eyes narrowed, "I'll take a bite, but I won't pay for it."

"Deal!" Rei leapt at the offer, sitting back smugly. Knowing he'd regret it, knowing it was bound to taste terrible, he gingerly took a bite anyways; a pre-segmented part of the sandwich popped out from the side. Thunder stopped, face crinkling up from utter disgust as a gaseous cloud escaped from the exhaust end next to his face. Everything about this was terrible.

"I didn't have any metal mayo, so I just used sulfur instead." The dog nodded knowingly, pointing to her head, "Most anemics never think to go straight to the source. Good, eh?"

Thunder's disapproving gaze slowly panned back to her as the salescanine shut her mouth immediately. She knew that stare all too well. Slowly reaching up, she held her hand out, wanting money.

"That'll be forty bucks please"
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Commission for Thunder1 on FA