There's nothing in this side of the store that's particularly decorated. Everything looks as usual - enormous monitors, electronics locked behind glass displays, as well as gaming equipment you've never seen before. It makes you ponder if you need any of these for yourself rather than a gift for someone special.

Maybe you could get a new television and invite them over for a movie? But that would require time for installation and set-up, and you're not sure you could get that done before the day is already over.

Y/N   If I get someone a gift here, I should really make it count...

Y/N   Otherwise, that's a lot of money down the drain.

You weave in and out of the aisles, lost in thought, when you hear someone muttering under their breath.

PL   >-No, that wont do-<

PL   >-Blast it, would it kill them to get the latest version?-<

PL   >-This is already light-years behind modern quality-<

You find the source of the voice at the tools section, filled with computer parts, robotics, and other elaborate hardware. You glance around. No one else is present. So, you approach them and lower your voice.

Y/N   (Pluto? Is that you?)

PL   >-EEEE-YAH!!!-<

He yelps and whips out a strange remote. His thumb is hovering threateningly over a big red button.

PL   >-Wh-who dares approach me?!-<

You put your hands up, showing as much deference as possible.

Y/N   Hey! I don't mean any harm!

Y/N   Please don't attack me!

PL   >-...-<

His eyes narrow, but he lowers the remote.

PL   >-Y/N. Just another civilian, I see-<

Y/N   You remember me?

PL   >-I remember all those who give me the respect I deserve-<

PL   >-Which is always frustratingly low-<

He groans, then gives you a look-over.

PL   >-What brings you to the field of advancement?-<

Y/N   Just... looking.

Y/N   Lots of things to look through.

Y/N   What, uh, brings you here?

He scoffs, pocketing the remote into a bag he has strapped across his body.

PL   >-If it wasnt obvious-<

PL   >-Im taking stock of this stores technological wares-<

PL   >-And its clearly lacking when it comes to keeping up-to-date-<

Y/N   Do you... work here?

PL   >-Are you kidding?!-<

PL   >-Of course I dont! I have better things to do!-<

Y/N   Then why are you putting so much work in inventory?

PL   >-Because, Y/N, I need to keep my own supply in perfect condition-<

PL   >-And sometimes I must resort to perusing middle-class department stores-<

PL   >-And their... knick-knacks-<

PL   >-That are sold as household necessities, for some reason-<

PL   >-I cant claim to understand it-<

PL   >-But thats fine, because it would just be a waste of precious brain space-<

As he turns his gaze back to the smart speakers, you wonder if he's being all that transparent. The excuse sounds a little flimsy, since Pluto's the kind of supervillain to constantly brag about the superior quality of his materials. You're sure that he's detailed in a couple of his battles how he acquires them through 'secret' means, likely through some kind of underground supervillain network. So, what is he really doing here?

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>>-> Offer to help him look for what he needs.

>>-> Ask him what exactly he's looking for, first.