Quite nice, quite nice! This I approve of! Knowing he was still watching her, Tegwen flipped her hair over her shoulder and flounced up the steps to Stacy's, putting a hefty sway in her hips. That'll give him something to think about, she thought, pulling open the giant glass door and letting herself in. That was the first time, even for a fleeting moment, that something -- anything -- made her forget her obsession.

She glanced around the posh department store, feeling right at home. Now. Where's that perfume counter?

Tegwen was quite familiar with this department store; she'd been in there plenty of times before. Point of fact, Tegwen's entire outfit had been purchased there on a prior shopping trip. The black and white tiger-striped leggings and the powder pink faux-fur sweater screamed eccentric, spoiled little rich girl. Just the ideal outfit, and she loved wearing it, taking every opportunity to dress up.

She wandered by the jewelry cases -- five out of the eight rings she was wearing were from that case -- and then past the make-up counter, pausing to peruse some new feather-shine products before continuing on to the perfume counter.

Tegwen stepped up to the glass case, clearing her throat.

"May I help you?" The pretty young pig asked, smoothing her black hair gently.

"Um, yeah . . ." Tegwen smiled slightly. "I'm looking for a bottle of cologne." She set her purse gently on the counter.

"What's it called? I'm sure we have it."

Tegwen sighed. "That's the thing . . . I don't know what it's called. I only know how it smells."

"Ah." The pig nodded. Tegwen caught sight of her nametag as she brushed her hair off of it. "Well, then, this might take a while."

"I'm prepared." Tegwen said firmly. "I've got plenty of time."

Nickole was pleasant enough, sifting through bottles of cologne and patiently watching Tegwen go through the same procedure with each different fragrance. She closed her eyes and exhaled before sniffing the sample carefully. Over an hour of cologne-sniffing later, they were running out of options.

"I've got three left," Nickole said sadly. "Let's hope it's one of them."

Tegwen drew in a deep breath. "You don't know how I'm hoping."

The first of the three was not what she recalled. She liked it though, and it was quite expensive. English Feather, she thought, making a point to remember that name. Fenton would smell good in that!