Submission (#3139) Approved

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"So... what are you supposed to be doing, Ren?" As expected, that Terra would have received no response. Chester wasn't discouraged, he already knew his nephew well enough to know that he didn't usually talk much. With that in mind he simply looked around the front yard of the house, seeing those tables that were filled with things, apparently, that Ren was selling as some sort of yard sale. "Mind if I look over here?" the jester asked only to receive a sort of "Hmm" in response which he well knew, meant go ahead. Chester somewhat more excitedly would have approached the tables, noticing how they seemed to have a wide variety of things on them, from clothing to appliances and to a certain extent, all looked in pretty good condition. This made him quite confused, as it made no sense as to why Ren was selling all that stuff, let alone, where he had gotten it from, as far as he knew... Ren didn't have a curling iron. Why would he even have one, he had straight hair!

"Ren where did you get all this stuff? You better not have stolen them or something" Of course, he didn't get any response again from that terra who was just watching him somewhat terrifyingly. Although, the answer came to him almost immediately when he realized, that in fact, among those things were some sort of gourmet cookbooks. Ren didn't know how to cook, so whose stuff was all that stuff at the yard sale was clear. "Ren! You can't go around selling Bellhop's stuff without permission!... without me" Maybe it was a mean thing to do in the eyes of others. But Bellhop had a bad habit of throwing his stuff away too without even telling them, so they would just charge a small joke back. After all, they were small things or things they could replace later.