Fair Play (To Be Edited)

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When Tammy arrived in the high street, she opened up her list and looked at the first shop, a small independent store called 'Calamity! At The Masquerade' (P!ATD reference yay) that sold CD's, books, ball gowns and other related items, fancy dress and merchandise such as scripts, books and clothing for plays and musicals, as well as a small section of the store that was a florist. In the shop window was a sticker with the fair-trade logo, and she was glad to know Wikipedia was correct sometimes. A small bell attached to the door jingled as she pushed the door open, and the lady behind the till looked up from her book. Tammy noticed the small woman was reading a slightly battered copy of Agatha Christie's 'The Murder at the Vicarage' (spoilers! I'm pretty sure it was the Lawrence guy). Taking a deep breath in, Tammy inhaled the smell of old books, flowers and washing powder.
"Hello. Would you like any help?"
"Yes, please. Your shop sells fair-trade products, right?" The shop owner nods. "I'd like to know more about that, please. More about fair-trade and how it works and the benefits of it and stuff."
"Well, okay. All of the clothes in here are made using fair-trade cotton, and the flowers are fair-trade too, and fair-trade pretty much just means what it says on the tin -- everything was done via trading fairly, this means that all the workers and anyone involved are paid enough, and fair-trade itself tries to improve the quality of conditions for workers. Hai capito? Did you get that?"(that was google translate because I can't Italian verb ending, okay)

"Yeah, okay, thanks."
"Fair-trade is often more expensive than general products, so it might not be that you can buy it all the time, it might just be a, say, once a week or month thing, but it still helps. The money goes to the plantation and factory workers, farmers and other jobs and people involved. I buy the fair-trade products from brands support, and I suppose you could say, work for fair-trade."
"Okay that makes sense, thank you."
"Do you have all the answers to your questions, is there anything else you'd like to know"
"I think that's everything, thank you." Tammy offered the woman a smile before she wandered off. As she checked some prices and her purse, Tammy grabbed five bars of chocolate (Please comment your favourite chocolate because I'm desperate *sarcasm*. This is my pet hate but I'm jumping on the bandwagon, telling people to comment.) and some sunflowers and placed them on the counter as the woman rang up the items in the till. It may have been a little bit expensive, but it was fair-trade, and if it would help farmers and workers, then it was worth it.

The second shop on Tammy's list was a small tea and coffee shop run by an old man, a pair of small glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. This shop smelt very different from the last, like coffee and spices, which wasn't unexpected considering the fact that it was a tea and coffee shop. All of the teas, coffees and sugars were fair-trade, so she bought some de-caffeinated tea for her Granddad, she knew it was running out, and hell to try and find.

The third and last shop was an independent market/grocery type store, selling various fruits, as well as herbs and spices and soft drinks. Tammy grabbed some tubs cucamelons for the twins, their favourite fruit, and an Appletiser for her. She paid and left, then headed to the library.

Logging onto the library computer, Tammy checked the time; she had forty-five minutes left. That was plenty of time. She navigated her way around the fair-trade website, trying to find information on donating, a rather irrational decision, but she was sure her mother wouldn't disapprove. Well, she hoped. She hoped her mother wouldn't disapprove.

"Mum, I'm back!"
"Ooh, you're early, and you've got shopping. Anything nice?"
"Yeah, and I want to ask you something. Kitchen?"
"Sure, hun." Her mother shooed the twins out of the kitchen. "Tea?"
"Yes, please. Here, I got you these." She handed her mum the sunflowers.
"Thanks, hun." 
"Mum, you've heard of fair-trade right?"

"Of course, hun, why do you ask?"

"I'd like to raise some money for them, to help fair-trade and all the farmers and workers and stuff."

"Okay, and how are you gonna do that? Not that that's not a bad idea, but have you thought this out, it's not gonna be easy." 
"I was thinking I could write to the mayor or council and ask to sell cakes and stuff across a weekend or something, but the cakes are made with as many fair-trade ingredients as possible. What do you think?" Tammy questioned, it had taken her ages to come up with the idea, sat in the library, head in hands, and it had earned her a few odd looks from people who'd probably thought she'd been asleep.

"It's a great idea, Tam, I'll help you if you'd like."

"Sure mum, thanks."

And thus, the chronicles of the of the fair-trade continue. 

A/N: sorry if this is rubbish, I'm not the best at speech or writing in general, and this was really unmotivated so sorry again if it's rubbish.