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Oh yeah! Natash's crops! She had almost forgotten about them, and now when she checked the exchange rate she saw the yucky looking tarnips were worth a whole ticket per tarnip! And she had ten! The perfect number to exchange. She felt pretty clever for waiting until this most opportune time to turn them in. Loading them all onto the counter she grinned. "Ten tickets please! For giving you all my tarnips!"

Karrem was eager to bake the mooncakes again. It was clear she was a mooncake natural, so this would be an obvious piece of mooncake. Karrem confidently approached the mooncake stand and got to work. She decided to stick to a similar formula, as her last mooncakes had truly been a thing to behold. Unfortunately, she still couldn't get a hold of the pressing! This time she made an even worse mistake, pressing too lightly. Her hesitance got the best of her. It wouldn't happen again next time! She would make sure of it.

Chiara had been walking by the crop stand daily, just to check on the turn in prices, but so far it was atrocious. 2 for one ticket? or lately the terrible 6 for one ticket! This guy was being ridiculous! Finally a reasonable trade. It wasn't perfect, and Chiara suspected things would get better later, but she couldn't really tell. So she jumped on that wagon asap!

"Ah, haven't seen you in a bit." said the tealblood, giving Engrav a sideways glance. "You back to discover how i'm plotting against you?"

"Nah." He said, smiling at her. "Just tired. Gonna nap." He hopped into the hay pile and spread out, snuggling into the pile.

The tealblood shrugged.

A few hours later, he hopped back out, yawning. The Tealblood shrugged again, and handed him a ticket.

There was a festival about and if Klymen was anything, it was someone who participated in events. Or at least ones her dad made her go to, grumbling that she needed to "get out and meet trolls" or something like that. Whatever, she was here now and that's what mattered and well. Klymen wasn't someone about to turn down playing games for tickets, especially if it was just digging around in a haystack. Finding a needle shouldn't be too hard of a problem, it was shiny after all.
Yet Klymen found herself coming up empty handed and she scowled, collecting her ticket for getting hay in her hair and moving on. She'd find it another time.

Klymen stared at the sign, debating on if she should try it or not. It seemed like a good experience in something she hadn't tried but the farmer, well. She chewed on her lip in thought before finally stepping forward, picking her crops quietly. She didn't have to say anything, right? She frowned in thought as she picked out what seemed a well rounded group, then offered five of her tarnips for tickets. It was probably smart to keep hold on her other crops and a 1 to 1 exchange seemed best. She didn't want to keep hold on anything for too long anyways.

Treide wiped a floured hand across her forehead, a bright grin peeking below the battle mask of hunks of meat and flour. The cakes didn't look the best, but they were the edible and smelled good. The dough was mushy, probably from having put too much water into the mix. Oh well, next time she would do better. And since the dough was mushy, the stamp didn't come out perfect, but at least no filling was spilling out of it like an overstuffed bean bag.

Sliding them into the oven, Treide hunched down and watched as they baked. When they became a soft golden brown, she removed them quickly. Eh, they probably could have gone longer, but she was afraid of burning them in neglegence.

CD sat on the sidelines again and found himself stunned and perhaps a little happy that his charge had become so dedicated to the task of making these cakes. After all, Treide usually had the attention span of a gnat. Maybe even less. So, watching her preform a delicate task multiple times was... stunning.