“Are you ready for Hallowe’en, Tovarisch?”
Illya turned to look at his wall calendar and, pointing with his finger, he silently counted.
“It is five weeks until Hallowe’en,” he stated, flatly.
“That hasn’t stopped stores from selling candy for it,” Napoleon replied, holding up a bagful.
“Very capitalistic,” said Kuryakin. “They sell vast amounts of it early, knowing people will buy it and eat it immediately. This will force them to have to purchase more.”
“Business is business,” Solo said, with a grin. “Do I take you that you don’t want any of this then?
“I did not say that.”
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Illya turned to look at his wall calendar and, pointing with his finger, he silently counted.
“It is five weeks until Hallowe’en,” he stated, flatly.
“That hasn’t stopped stores from selling candy for it,” Napoleon replied, holding up a bagful.
“Very capitalistic,” said Kuryakin. “They sell vast amounts of it early, knowing people will buy it and eat it immediately. This will force them to have to purchase more.”
“Business is business,” Solo said, with a grin. “Do I take you that you don’t want any of this then?
“I did not say that.”
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Date: 2019-09-26 05:27 pm (UTC)It annoys me when Christmas stuff is put out before the Hallowe'en stuff.
(BTW - There is a pic fic story coming. I just decided it would be a good idea to have a clear out, and rearrange my bedroom. The job is getting bigger by the hour.)