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Marissa laughed. "Oh, don't mind my haggling, I'm just cheap." To the next comment, she replied, "Do they now? Well then, that seems a fair trade- bitty coins for such a pretty fellow." As she rummaged through her coin purse, sifting out 95, she glanced at Merce. "Or is he a fellow?" She had only assumed such. She dumped the coins on the table for Merce.
Kale looked about, seeming unsatisfied, and spied a yellow daffoldil peeking out from beneath the trader's table. He yanked it from the ground and, standing on his tiptoes, pushed the flower at Merce.
"And a blossom for the missus, it seems!"
Kale looked about, seeming unsatisfied, and spied a yellow daffoldil peeking out from beneath the trader's table. He yanked it from the ground and, standing on his tiptoes, pushed the flower at Merce.
"And a blossom for the missus, it seems!"
"This one is a girl, actually. Bit of a pushy one, though. I can see how you might think it's a fellow." The Fortune Banya bristled in its cage as Merce handed it over to Marissa.
"Ooh, thank you my little fire sweetness," Merce said, taking the flower from the boy. "You're such a little gent."
