"Hell yes, ya don't stop believing that the 80s had good music," Circe giggled at her punny agreement with Sera.
Red eyes squinted as the face they were in smiled, "Yes I do too. But I think yer a lil' bit more invested in yer product than I am Cyndee," she thinks about it for a minute before nodding in agreement with Sera, "Yeah quality is good. Refurbishing is fun but I what I mean is I ain't making what I sell. I just find where demand is and match it with a supply." The elf hums in thought. "Ya know, I can give ya one little bit of advice. Give yer client what they want."
Circe nods her head, "I mean, I've supplied plenty that I thought were idjits cause of what they bought. Or how they acted. Or just cause they screamed idjit," Circe's bone white locks wetly slapped her neck as she shook her head, "Don't matter. The coin paid is what matters," The elf giggled, "Cash is a great motivator and system. Beats the Flea Markets on the thorny paths." Even if they seemed to like Circe it was still a pain to do business with them.
Circe took a drink of her water, having said a lot in one go. Then she decided to add something else, "Oh! Craig's List. That works too. I think I've seen artist commissions on there. Ya got a computer?" They had computers back in the '80s right?.