"But if you don't need quills OR sofas, then what are you here for?" Davenport asked, stroking his chin.

Cheerilee half-lidded her eyes and drew the shades.

Davenport perked up. "Oh! You'll want Blinds and Markers. Just next door."

Cheerilee smacked her hoof to her face.

Author's Note

Suggested by @CallMeCadejo