Sylvia sighed as she put away the poker by the fireplace. She didn't feel like going out, but she didn't want to stay inside either. Instead of pondering the thought of going outside for a little longer, she decided to get up. She pulled on her gray coat and buttoned up the buttons going up the front.She let down her hair from her braids, and it spilled over her shoulders. Then she took a white straw basket from one of her shelves, and walked into her kitchen in the back of the store, and filled it with some of the vegetables she had picked from her garden. She opened the door to her shop, so she could give them to the blacksmith, in return for the poker. Also, he had been kind to her, and Sylvia generally enjoyed repaying kind people.