When Nick at last found Mint, she had already gathered an enormous pile of knick-knacks and miscellaniae, which she held in a mound in her arms.
"Mint!" yelled Nick. He noticed the passionate flames burning in Mint's sparkly green eyes: her look of hot-blooded determination. Despite her petite build, cute little looks and furry ears and tail, Mint was a fierce fighter and determined competitor. Nick knew from experience that her mind worked a little like a steam train: it took a while for it to start, but when it got going, there was no stopping her. His attempt to get her away from her collection - or rather, her hoarde - earned him a fist to the face, which sent him flying across the store and straight into a shelf of rather heavy DVD box sets, which landed on top of him. While he was dazed and buried under a pile of DVD boxes, Mint skipped over to him and waved.
"Hiiiiii, Nick! I didn't know you were here~"
"I can't feel my legs..."
Blackmore, from his seat in the passenger section of Aeon's Zeitschiff, observed the scenery of RPM through the windows beside him. While he was occupied in his own scheming reverie, he felt something tap his shoulder.
"What is it, yessir?"
Standing next to him was Liquorice, holding a tray of drinks. "Lemonade, sir?"
"Uh...thank you," said Blackmore, taking a glass. "And what, pray tell, are you doing here, yessir?"
"Oh, I'm Aeon's sidekick now. I get to serve drinks here. He thinks I should have to wear a maid outfit, too, 'cos it'd fit better with the job."
"Yes, I can tell that's exactly why he wants you to wear it," said Blackmore, with a repulsed frown.