"They've been open the past week," Cathy says, twirling around to face them with open arms, skirt swishing. "Trowa and I bought most of our presents here! D'you want to look at anything specific?"

Otherwise Cathy is going straight for the colorful bangles and scarves.

Or maybe the throwing knives, in a cart two aisles over and thirteen down with a bright blue roof, she's been trying to convince herself she doesn't have the cash for.