Evan gripped the leash, pulled Trigger close. “Uh… how much is this?” he asked, holding up the can of Monster Blood. “Not for sale,” the owner said, lowering his voice, his mustache seeming to frown unpleasantly with the rest of his face. “Huh? It was on the shelf here,” Evan said, pointing. “It’s too old,” the man insisted. “Probably no good anymore.” “Well, I’ll take it, anyway,” Evan said. “Can I have it for less since it’s so old?” “What is it?” Andy asked, appearing in the doorway. “I don’t know,” Evan told her. “It looks cool. It’s called Monster Blood.” “It’s not for sale,” the man insisted. Andy pushed past him and took the can from Evan’s hand. “Ooh, I want one, too,” she said, turning the can around in her hand. “There’s only one,” Evan told her. “You sure?” She began searching the shelves. “It’s no good, I’m telling you,” the owner insisted, sounding exasperated. “I need one, too,” Andy said to Evan.
