[Tim, when he isn't behind the counter, can probably be found at one of the tables in the corner, sorting through a basket of flare guns. He's taking stock - currently at eighteen, as it happens. If you happen to pass by, he'll probably wonder if you want one, seemingly apropos of nothing.]
You want one? [He'll even shake one of the old guns with raised eyebrows.] We've got extra.
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You want one? [He'll even shake one of the old guns with raised eyebrows.] We've got extra.