"I'm not tryin' to tell... I'm telling ya... I'm just tryin' to say..." Striker said trying to figure out what the little man thought he was or wasn't saying. "Just suggesting you try an' make yourself useful is all. Alright?" he settled on finally, giving Falstaff a quick glare of frustration.
He stood, brushing pretzel crumbs out of the creases in his jeans and secured the plastic bag holding his new shoes again. "Thanks for the pretzel ay." he said his demeanour having lost all trace of frustration and showing only genuine thanks. "Now I gotta figure out where I left my bike soes I can get home."
Opportunity to start wrapping if you want. If you want to keep going, no worries, just do so. After all there is fun to be had getting lost in a shopping centre.
Up to you.