After Mya had returned with their sweets and chai tea's, Shanks quickly collected his baked good and tea from her and then picked up her leftover lunch and then two of them started walking back to her shop as he asked her some questions about some of the potential stuff that he may like to look at. But the conversation was a mite tricky. Especially since he didn't know of everything that she had in the actual store.

Though from earlier, it had certainly looked as if she had had a little bit of everything. Formal and casual clothing, shoes, fine and fashion jewelry, and many, many other items that he hadn't had so much as a chance to glance at in passing.

Mya took several minutes to tell him what she had, as well as some of the stuff that she had picked out for him to look at to use as courtship gifts. And frankly he was impressed by what he had heard.

He wasn't a man whom had wooed anyone before- but from what little bit he did know of courting a woman- they tended to like many of the things that his wife had mentioned.

He wasn't all that sure what sort of perfumes, lotions and scented soaps and such she had picked out for him to look over. But she had mentioned several in passing that he already fancied. He just needed to check their scent's personally before he committed to anything.

But from the sound of it; the peony and peach and the alternate version peony and white strawberry, white lily and sandalwood, and sweet hyacinth, all sounded wonderful to him. But then so did the rose sandalwood, and the vanilla bean and chai spice.

But then he was becoming rather fond of chai spice flavored and scented stuff due to his new favorite tea. So perhaps he was becoming a little bit biased there.

They finally reached her shop to find a bunch of people hanging around, waiting eagerly for her return just so they could shop in her store. Shanks stood back with his hands full while his lady opened her shop doors and let the masses in to do their shopping before turning to him and quietly taking her things and motioning with her head for him to follow her.

He did so quietly, though he had some issues with ignoring an all out brawl that broke out between a small group of women who all apparently wanted the same shirt for themselves. He had been about to step in and throw them out- or at the very least intimidate them into stopping their petty fighting- however a small hand on one of his shoulder's stopped him in his tracks as he turned his head to glance down at Mya's face for a moment as she slowly shook her head no.

Though from her expression, he could tell that she was less than pleased by the women fighting over an article of clothing in her store.

Possibly because they were being disruptive. Or maybe because she was already planning to ban them from the shop. He didn't know what she was thinking much less planning to do about her irksome patrons. So he shrugged his broad shoulder's ever so slightly and turned himself back around to follow her again.

This time he didn't so much as let his attention stray. But only because he was checking out the gentle sway of her hips and the nice curves of her ass, eliciting a roguish grin to curve his lips as he kept his eyes on her very feminine backside.

He hadn't really been paying much attention before now, but his wife had a rather nice body on her. Petite, slender build, generous- but not obscenely so, breasts- a flat stomach, flared hips, long slender legs...

Yes indeed, his wife was a lovely specimen of womanhood.

And he was one lucky, lucky son of a bitch... Of course the moment that that thought even entered his mind it was quickly followed by thoughts of his crew finding out just how lucky he was to have this amazing lass as his bride, and mutiny after beating the snot out of him.

Maybe he should see if the unmarried and unattached fellows had visited the island brothel yet. It probably couldn't hurt anything, he supposed when he suddenly realized that Mya had stopped walking and looked around for a moment.

He was in the back of the shop in what looked like an office/workplace of some kind. There were plastic storage boxes with labels, several file cabinets, a decent sized desk with a bunch of things neatly placed on it-

"This is the stuff that I set aside for you to go through. I hope that I at least did a decent job of picking. Usually when I pick something out for a guy, I have to pretend I'm someone else."

"Someone else?" He asked curiously.

"Ugh yeah. I-It sometimes helps to pretend that I'm the one receiving the gifts. It sort of makes it easier to choose." Mya said awkwardly as she rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. Shanks studied her for a moment before asking, somewhat hopefully/cautiously so as not to get caught.

He didn't want a repeat of this morning happening. "Hypothetically speaking, if you were the one receiving such things... What would you wish to get from a man?"

Mya blushed and then moved around him and pulled the peony and peach, and sweet hyacinth, peony and white strawberry, and white lily and sandalwood scented gift sets, complete with matching perfumes and other cosmetics based on the sets. Finger nail polish, eye shadow, blush, and chap and lipsticks. All ranging in color from dark to light.

After which she moved on to the jewelry and picked out close to ten pieces. Many of which were worth more than a small fortune and ranged from a braided freshwater pearl and solid gold necklace and bracelet set. To a pair of opal and jade necklaces with matching earrings and rings with three and four millimeter, delicate white gold beads and fastenings. Followed by a cluster of white and pink diamond jewelry that looked like little stars and star dust set in platinum.

They were some of the most beautiful pieces that Shanks had ever seen before. Not to mention some of the most valuable he'd ever seen.

Frankly he was speechless.

Not by just her choices- no, he didn't mind those at all. His woman had some classy tastes. Which was something that he could appreciate. He himself liked tasteful things.

It didn't always matter if he had the most expensive, despite the fact that he could afford quite a bit. But he definitely liked tasteful. Not only that but each of the pieces of jewelry that she had picked out so far, would look fetching on his wife. He liked that too.

"And the clothing?" He asked curiously. His amber eyes studying her as she picked some items that made him internally grin a little bit.

His wife liked classical clothing. Stuff that showed little skin, yet was modest and sexy. She picked out two dresses, a black one with scarlet trim and a white one that would fall to her ankles with little purple and pink thread embroidered flower clusters here and there. Both of which laced up the front and had heart shaped necklines that would show some cleavage, but not so much that he'd have to kill anyone for looking at her.

She also picked some pants, a few knee length skirts that was he already beginning to fantasize about her wearing. While he pinned her against a wall, with his mouth on her neck and his hand skimming along her leg, hiking the offending fabric higher and higher so that he could touch her mons through her- Wait! Did she even wear panties?

God he hoped not.

But if she did he hoped- his thoughts were cut off rather abruptly when she leaned over one of the piles of clothing and picked up a matching panty and bra set that took his mind a few seconds longer than absolutely necessary to register. But when he finally did, she had the most adorable pout on her pretty face as she asked, "You hate it don't you?"

He would have been quicker to deny that he disliked the items but his tongue hadn't quite started working again so instead of speaking he grabbed the items from her hands and quickly stuffed the sheer, baby soft lace in his pants pockets.

He didn't care if it made him look deformed around the waist, all he cared about was what he intended to do to the items once he was alone, back at his hotel room, thank you very much.

Finally once she finished picking out everything, he nodded and managed to squeak out, "I'll take them all."