(lol XD I would've guessed around there, maybe a ten so that works)
She just motioned for him to follow her after offering a bright smile to the store employees, leading him to the mens section and tapping one of the multiple metal foot measuring devices that seemed to migrate around the store like birds. "Take off your shoes and put your heel against the back metal piece of that, it'll tell us what size shoe you need."
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"Ohhh." Oscar did so, marveling at the cleverness of the measuring tool. "I'm….a nine, it says." He glanced up and started scanning the rows of shoes. "Wow, there's so many different kinds….I don't know what kind of shoe I want."
"I'd suggest a running shoe, something you can wear that will last you," She said, leading him to the variety of running shoes and trying to ignore the price labels below them, "Whatever color or style you want, just make sure they fit and feel nice."
Oscar studied the shoes with more than a little excitement–he'd never actually picked out something for himself from a store before. Grabbing a pair in the correct size, he turned them over in his hands before glancing at Honor. "I can try them on without having to keep them, right? As many times as I want?"
Honor nodded, smiling at his excitement and leaning against the rows of shoes lightly, "Yes, you can try as many on as you want as many times as you want until you find a pair you like. Then we'll get those ones."
"Good." Oscar smiled and shuffled over to a nearby stepstool so he could sit while changing footwear. For the next few minutes, he went through several dozen pairs of shoes, discarding each one until finally he settled on some fairly cheap sneakers with brightly colored laces and accents. Some might have called them garish, but Oscar seemed quite pleased with how they looked. "Can I get these, Honor?"
While he was trying on shoes, she was careful to put the shoes he didn't want back, keeping the space clear of shoes. She nodded when he settled on a pair, checking the price and holding out the box to him, "Sure, let's go pay for them, then you can wear them if you want."
He paused, accepting the box and stuffing the shoes back into it. "…Pay for them? What does that mean?"
"I have to give the store money in exchange for the shoes, like trading but with money," She tried to explain, starting to walk to the counter while digging through her purse for her wallet.
"Wait….we can't just take them?" Oscar frowned, working things out in his head. "And why are you giving them money? I'm the one getting the shoes…."
Honor shook her head while explaining, "No, we can't just take them, that's stealing. And I'm paying for them because you don't have any money or a job." She held out her hands to take the box from him, getting ready to pay so he could put his new shoes on.
Oscar hesitated. "I didn't know that. Can I…..give you something then, since you're getting something for me? Um…..even though I don't have any money?"
She smiled and shrugged, still holding out her hands, "You don't have to, it's alright, just make sure you get some use out of these, that's good enough to give me in return."
After a moment, Oscar nodded slowly and handed her the shoes, still clearly thinking hard. "Okay, I will. Thank-you." Privately, he made a mental note to think of something to give her later on, because he still didn't think the transaction was fair. For the moment, however, this would have to do.
(Off to bed, seeya!)
"You're welcome, Oscar," Honor replied, walking to the checkout and paying for the shoes. The cashier smiled at her and handed her the bag containing the shoe box as she looked at Oscar and walked out of the store, "There you go, some new shoes."
Oscar smiled despite himself, following with a spring in his step. "That wasn't so hard. Where are we going to go next, then?"
"I'm not sure, I want to just walk around the mall for a while and window shop, but if you want to leave we can." She shrugged and looked around, thinking about anything she needed to get while they were here.
"I don't mind looking around," Oscar replied, eyeing the other stores curiously. "I feel better about all the people now, I think."
Honor nodded, motioning to his shoes, "Alright, tell me if you want to leave though. Also, you can put those on if you want, they're all yours now."
"Oh." Oscar quickly looked around and found a set of benches in the center of the walkway. Sitting down, he switched out his old shoes for his new pair happily. "What do I do with the shoes I don't want anymore? Can I just leave them here?"
"You could probably keep them just in case you need a second pair for something, but otherwise we can throw them away," She replied, grabbing the now empty box and putting his old pair inside, "Up to you Oscar." Honor sat down by him and looked around, just watching the people as they went by.
"I guess I'll keep them," he decided, following Honor's gaze. All at once his eyes widened. "What is that!?" he hissed. "It looks like a person but….tiny." He was looking straight at a toddler that had just walked out of a store with her family, waving a stuffed animal in the air.
Honor couldn't help but laugh at his reaction to the kid, explaining calmly, "That's a child, a little girl to be exact, it is a person but she's just young and hasn't grown into an adult yet. She's a little kid." She hoped the explanation would help but she would explain it better if he still didn't understand.
"A….little kid?" Oscar peered at the small girl uneasily, and after a minute she noticed him staring. Unperturbed, she stared right back, her eyes large and unblinking. Oscar shifted with discomfort. "…Are kids dangerous?" he whispered.