#Chapter24
The shelf that Jackson had stopped in front of, angling his cart in a way so that both Sly and his Vader bear could see, was a bright mosaic of colour. Bottles with tinted substances stacked in rows, cutting out a chunk of the shelf which eventually broke off into make-up. One of the tubes had been left open, leaking down onto the lower levels and the floor, filling the air with a sweet, mango scent.
/"Are there any you like the look o--/"
/"Daddy!/" Sly squealed loudly, a gasp tearing through his mouth. /"Look! They have a lightsaber toothbrush!/"
It was only after, as his voice echoed, that it dawned on him that he had shouted, his volume having risen beyond that of his inside voice. Luckily, the lady on her phone had already left, and there was nobody else in the vicinity.