Oh-- yeah. [He tilts his head over his shoulder for just a second to peer at them himself.]
Daisuke showed me Etsy.
[And so did Tatsuma enter into the world of selling items online. He'd had little drive to do so before, but at the convention... Or at least, before everything at said convention had gone to hell, it had been fun seeing all the wares those artists had out.
Before he can say much more, the familiar face of Tatsuma's grandmother appears in the doorway. Oh, Makoto! Welcome, welcome - there's pie on the counter, so help yourself. Unless he'd like cookies instead, but he'll have to wait for those, they're still in the oven--
She disappears again to attend to said cookies, but based on past experiences Makoto might want to prepare himself for the usual barrage of questions incoming.]
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Oh-- yeah. [He tilts his head over his shoulder for just a second to peer at them himself.]
Daisuke showed me Etsy.
[And so did Tatsuma enter into the world of selling items online. He'd had little drive to do so before, but at the convention... Or at least, before everything at said convention had gone to hell, it had been fun seeing all the wares those artists had out.
Before he can say much more, the familiar face of Tatsuma's grandmother appears in the doorway. Oh, Makoto! Welcome, welcome - there's pie on the counter, so help yourself. Unless he'd like cookies instead, but he'll have to wait for those, they're still in the oven--
She disappears again to attend to said cookies, but based on past experiences Makoto might want to prepare himself for the usual barrage of questions incoming.]