Everyone knew that if you're not a local, you stear clear of the Local Shop. At least, every resident of Royston Vasey knew that fact.

The only thing was that you had just arrived here through a portal of sorts. Of course you knew where you were, but you were curious. You were in your favourite show, for crying out loud. It was natural.

So you made the mistake of going into the shop. Why? You didn't know.

The bell above the door made a soft tinkle as you entered. As soon as you stepped inside and looked around, a woman took a peek behind the beaded curtains and came out to stand behind the till. She had a curious and almost nervous expression. This was expected, because she had no idea whether you were an outsider or not. So she naturally had her guard up.

Eventually she spoke, and it was a certain phrase you knew well from watching the show.

"Yes? Can I help you at all?"