After letting out a few laughs at Chemsey's expense, Stinky sighed and said, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Listen, if it makes you feel any better, maybe I can give you this back." Stinky extended her hand full of dollar bills towards Chemsey, who raised his hand in response. "I appreciate the thought, miss, but a reward is a reward." Stinky shrugged. "I mean, I guess," she replied, "but I did sorta... well, y'know." Stinky scanned her eyes up and down Chemsey's expanded figure.
Chemsey put his hands on his hips and sternly said, "Well, pay it no mind. After all, you couldn't have known - really, it's I who should apologize. I should have made this condition of mine apparent from the start, and I haven't exactly treated you as hospitably as I should have. After all, you brought back one of my stolen wares." Stinky stood silently, slowly lowering her fistful of dollar bills to her side. "Hmmm. I mean... thanks for paying me and all, dude, but--" Chemsey interrupted her, "I'll hear no more of it. You deserve it." Shortly after this, Chemsey broke wind again.
Brrraaaapppt!
Stinky smirked slightly and simply said, "Alright, fine, you win." Chemsey nodded and replied, "Well, I hope you have yourself a good day, miss." Stinky rolled her eyes. "Hey, Chemsey - you don't have to call me 'miss' all the time. We're both kids, you can just call me Stinky." Chemsey blinked twice in surprise at Stinky's blunt reply. He rubbed the back of his head with one of his hands. "Hmmmm. I suppose if you insist. Have yourself a good day, Miss Stinky."
Stinky was about to pipe up, but decided not to bother. Ah well. Old habits die hard, I guess. Stinky turned to head towards the door she entered the shop from, but right before she placed her hand on the door handle, a thought occurred to her. Wait... now that I think about it, maybe I can pay him back after all. This IS a shop, after all. And, not gonna lie, this store seems super cool. Maybe he's got some stuff in here worth checking out.
Stinky turned to face Chemsey, who was heading towards the front counter with the cashier on it, followed by yet another fart.
Brrrrpppp...
Stinky exclaimed, "Hey, Chemsey!" to get his attention, and when Chemsey turned to face her, she continued, "What if I buy one of your bottles or something?" Chemsey raised an eyebrow, before immediately understanding what it was Stinky was thinking. He couldn't help but exhale through his nose and the corners of his mouth curled up into a slight smile. "You really wish to pay me back that badly, huh?" Stinky shrugged her shoulders, "Hey, this is still my money - I can spend it however I want, right?" Chemsey's smile widen some, before he said, "If you insist." Stinky could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking 'clever girl' to himself.
Stinky gave Chemsey a wink, then proceeded to wander the inside of the shop, examining each of the bottles that caught her attention. After reading some of the labels, she noticed some of these bottles had potions that, upon being drunk, would cause certain strange effects to occur. Some of the strangest ones that stood out to her were "Cyclops Tears," which gave the drinker one large eye instead of just two regular ones, "Chameleon's Blood," which gave the drinker the ability to change their skin color on a whim, and finally "Cloak," which just made the drinker turn invisible for a certain amount of time.
"Hey, uh, Chem," Stinky said, turning her head towards his direction. Chemsey looked up at her and replied, "Yes?" Stinky turned to have the rest of her body towards him, with one of the bottles in hand. She pointed to it with her other hand and asked, "So, what is this stuff? Does it actually work?" Chemsey closed his eyes and smiled, as if he had heard that question many times before. He crossed his arms and opened his mouth to explain, but just as he was about to start, he passed gas.
BRRAAPP!
Chemsey's eyelids lowered halfway, clearly embarrassed, and Stinky held back the urge to laugh. "ahem Well, Miss Stinky, are you at all familiar with the craft of Alchemy?" he asked, trying to ignore his outburst. Stinky nodded and said back, "Yeah, I have! Well, I think I have - isn't it taking certain parts of one thing and putting it together with another thing?" Chemsey nodded. "Indeed, at least in part - Alchemy is rather complex, but for the sake of your question, one branch of alchemy involves the creation of medicine with natural resources."
"So, you make medicine that makes people turn invisible?" Stinky snickered. Chemsey continued, "Well, that's part of what I do. I often find myself experimenting with those same resources, and seeing how I can make them give special properties." Stinky thought back to what Chemsey said when he was talking about his inflation condition, and how it was the result of him testing the affects of a potion on himself. "Do you test this stuff on yourself?" Chemsey nodded. "I must - I would rather use myself as a test subject than any of my customers."
"So, how do look so... normal?" Stinky asked with a confused tone in her voice. Chemsey chuckled, "Well, thankfully, most of these effects are either temporary, or can be easily remedied with another potion - a sort of counter-potion, you could say." Stinky nodded slowly. "Huh... that sounds cool. Sorta sounds like something you'd see in a video game!"
"I often get that from some of my customers," Chemsey added. "I have played some of those games myself. I was looking for some inspiration." Stinky said back, "Uh-huh," in a sarcastic tone. "Sure it's not just for fun?" Chemsey stood and stared at Stinky silently before admitting, "...Well, not just for fun... it's also for research..." Stinky thought, Ah, so he's a kid after all.
Stinky's eyes then widened at a sudden thought. Wait... Chem made himself gassy by drinking one of his potions. Maybe he's got something I could try! "Hey!" Stinky exclaimed, "Do you have anything that'll change my farts--Uh, I mean--!" Chemsey raised his hand and said, "Easy there, Miss Stinky. You can say that word around me without any worry now." Stinky tilted her head and asked, "Really? But what--"
"The effects of my condition does not compound with multiple utterances of that word, thankfully," Chemsey explained. "Once I am bloated like this, I can hear it without any adverse effects until I... uh, deflate." Stinky laughed. "Well, then why don't you say it then?" Chemsey replied, "Simple - I'd rather not make a habit of saying it aloud. I cause myself inflate if I say it, so I'd rather avoid that if at all possible."
"Huh... well, whatever works," Stinky said, "Well, anyway, I wanted to know if you had any potions that have some effect on my own farts!" Chemsey gave Stinky an odd look, as if what he had heard was the last thing he was expecting to come out of her mouth. "I'm... not sure I understand. You want a potion that will affect your flatulence?" Stinky just nodded. Chemsey just shook his head and shrugged. "I suppose this is why you call yourself Stinky." Stinky pointed to the ceiling and exclaimed, "Dingdingding!"
"Well, if you wish..." Chemsey bent down to look for any potions stocked behind the counter. After shuffling some of the bottles around, he pulled up three of them one by one and placed them all next to each other on the counter, between him and Stinky. The first one was a bold reddish-orange, the second was a bright blue-white, and the third one was a hot pink. Chemsey began explain each one at a time.
"This first one here is 'Dragon's Backfire.' By drinking this potion, you will have the ability to shoot flames out your rear-end." Stinky couldn't help but snicker. Backfire, that's awesome. she thought. Chemsey continued, "This second one is 'Chilly Breeze.' Instead of expelling hot air, your flatulence will be cold enough to provide a nice chill." Stinky tilted her head. Huh, OK - that's a different one. Chemsey finished by saying, "And this third one is 'Cherry Blossom.' This one is straightforward - if you'd prefer for your flatulence to have a pleasant scent, this one will make it so they smell like flowers." Stinky nodded. Alright, that's not bad!
"How much?" Stinky asked. Chemsey replied, "Well normally, each of these would run you $100, but for this occasion, each one will run you $80 instead." Stinky looked at the $10 bills in her hand and thought over her choice. Alright, so what do I want? Shoot fire out my butt, blast some A/C, or have my farts smell good for a change?
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