ooooOOOOOOOOOooooo...... So it'd be like a shopping trip!
Bobbi (raising voice, calling through house): Eeeeliooooot.... I'm heading out to Skull Cavern to pick up some stuff. Need anything?
Elliot: Do they still carry Lobsters?
Bobbi: Lobsters?!? It's a cave... —ern, not an aquarium.
Elliot: The last time you adventured through the Mines you returned with a Crab, and we cooked the most wonderful Crab Cakes.
Bobbi: Yes...... Well then... Adding Lobsters to the list. Anything else?
Elliot: No, I'm sure you'll find something nice once you snoop around in the back.
Bobbi: You sure you don't want to come with?
Elliot: Certainly not. Every time you scratch your spelunking itch you return at the crack of 1:50am with that accursedly loud Return Sceptre of yours——
Bobbi (whispering into her chest): Don't listen to him! He doesn't understand us, he's just jealous!
Elliot (ignoring Bobbi): ——just dripping in goo knows what, leaving your hideously mutilated clothes in a soggy, semi-sentient pile on the floor. And you know who has to clean that monstrosity up? Pierre has lye on backorder just because of you.
Bobbi: You knew what you were signing up for in this marriage, after all your last book was based on my first year in Pelican Town.
Elliot: I thought you were exaggerating to make it sound exciting! How was I to know it was literal? ...and so gooey?
Bobbi: Well, toots, prepare yourself because I have a date with Mr. Qi and I hear he's expanded the choices in his new Level 100 Emporium of Rare, Unusual, and Only Modestly Overpriced Items.
Elliot. Ah, that explains why you're dressed like a hoodlum crossed with a chimney sweep. Just text if you find something interesting.
Later that day, significantly farther underground:
Bobbi (mumbling): ...Mr. Smarty-Pants... this could be evening wear... OK except for the black beanie... and if I turn the skull shirt inside out.... This had better be Level 100 as I'm carrying enough quartz to ruin Abby's dental work.
Mr. Qi: Ah, you received our bulk mailer! Did you bring your 100% off coupon for first time customers? We have quite the selection, newly expanded!
Bobbi (brandishing a slightly crumpled and soggy card): It's seen better days but has excellent sheeting action for serpent guts. Not so great for slime.
Mr Qi (carefully taking the card by one corner): Yes, I'll speak to our supplier about that. Nevertheless! It is valid for today only on any single item, can I interest you in some Snake Milk? Instant Horse Teleporter? A Stardrop?
Bobbi (jabbing at her phone): Oh, probably don't have coverage down here, eh?
Mr. Qi: The Wifi is complimentary, we are not barbarians here. And it would get a trifle dull if I couldn't stream Premier League. The password is 'Twilight Sparkle'.
Bobbi (eyeing Mr. Qi): Yeeeeesssss.... That makes some odd sense.
Bobbi's phone: Elliot! Do we need snake milk?
Elliot's phone: No and you know that's just branding- snakes are reptiles. And the last snake milk you got tasted just like eggnog.
Bobbi's phone: Well, anyway it looks nothing like that and it says Iridium on it. That's always good!
Elliot's phone: No fake milks! We have cows for that. ...I mean for real milk!
Bobbi's phone: OK, how about a Leave Sceptre? Gets me anywhere in the Valley immediately from home. It's perfect!
Elliot's phone: You're singlehandedly destroying the peaceful tranquility of Nature with that blasted Return Sceptre, scheaowning 10 meters south just so you don't have to walk around the house. No way.
Bobbi's phone: Pfft, fine. I'd probably get fat from not walking anyway. But if we change our minds, you know the next time I come down here the stock's all gonna be different, just like JojaCo Club. OK he's got a Magic Dwarf Gadget with speech to text on the page, maybe that could help with your next book?
Elliot's phone: Sounds great, grab it.
The next day, as Elliot rolls Bobbi out of bed at 10am with his boot...
Elliot (smelling of slime goo and soap): Didn't read the fine print, did you?
Bobbi (not making eye contact): Uh-oh. Maybe? It was dark in there!
Elliot (mock thoughtful): Hmmm, I wonder why? Seems like you've opted-in to a yearlong contract of monthly ink deliveries...