"I'm hoping for 100 meters or more, on a spool," Minervie continued, trying to avoid his prying.
"Can I ask what this is for?" Mr. Panier insisted.
Chip looked up, suddenly paying attention to the tension he felt from his grandmother.
"I'm not here for a consult, do you have what I'm looking for or not?" Minervie was having none of this.
Mr. Panier responded, "I have other types of r..."
Minervie interrupted, "Then I'll go elsewhere, sorry for wasting our time."

