"Uh, hello?" you say, greeting the Kougra.

The Plushie Kougra glances at you and immediately their demeanor becomes negative. They glare.

"For the love of Fyora, how many people are gonna stop in here today? I'm busy!" the Kougra growls, flapping their little plush wings in obvious anger. Their plush tail swings from side to side.

"I'm sorry," you reply. "I just wanted to look around. Are you the shopkeeper?"

"No, I'm the merchandise," the Kougra replies sarcastically. "Of course I'm the shopkeeper! You see me stocking the shelves, don't you? For the love of Fyora, your intelligence must be at 'dim witted', huh?"

You ignore the insult, not looking for a fight. "Do you have any food for sale?"

"Uh, I think so. Let me check," the shopkeeper replies, sitting down to sift through the bag of stuff they brought to stock the shelves with.

"So, what's your name?" you ask as you wait.

"Tizz."

"Tizz, huh? Is that short for something?"

The Kougra stops rummaging through the bag for a moment, glaring into it.

They sigh. "Yeah. It's short for Tizzyfits."

You try to stifle a laugh, but the Kougra hears you and immediately scowls, their tail flicking back and forth.

"Yeah, I know, it's ridiculous. It makes me sound like a five year old. I mean, technically I'm like one year old, but still! Why Tizzyfits? Why not something cool? Or at least cute!" the Kougra grumbles, obviously irritated.

"I don't know, it's not that bad."

"Yes it is! I mean, Tizzyfits? You know who throws tizzy fits? Toddlers. Toddlers throw tizzy fits. It doesn't help that I'm such a girly purple, either. I'm supposed to be a Halloween Kougra Plushie! Have you ever seen a purple Halloween Kougra? Because I sure haven't! What was my maker thinking?!" Tizzyfits exclaims, suddenly abandoning the bag and throwing their arms up in the air. "Halloween Kougras are supposed to be scary, not cutesy! Look at how girly I look! That, coupled with a name like Tizzyfits?! I get made fun of so much! Everyone is like, 'Awww is Tizzyfits throwing a tizzy fit?', and I have to suppress the urge to bop 'em! It happens all the time! I'm so sick of it! I may be a girl, but why do I have to look so girly? Couldn't they have fashioned me out of, oh I don't know, black cloth?! Like they were supposed to? Augh!"

She stomps away, leaving through an exit behind the counter. You can hear her complaining and stomping for a few more minutes before it grows quiet.

You kneel beside the bag of forgotten items and look through it, finding some Ghost Marshmallows and various other spooky foods. You gather them up and leave the proper amount of neopoints on the counter before leaving. As you walk away, you shake your head a little.