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“Oh, you like to get right to business then, don’t you?” the man asked. He seemed interested to make a trade and accepted the medal she offered. At first, he examined it–held it up so he could get a good look at it, tapped his sharp nail on it, held it in his palm to judge the weight.

“I like it. I might be able to make a trade for this, sure. Tell me a little bit about yourself. Tell me where this came from and how you came upon it. I’m unfamiliar with it, I’d like to know what I’m getting in return for what I’m trading. Perhaps I’ll be able to make you a decent offer when I know what I’m dealing with.”

“Oh, dear.”

The merchant clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and looked both sympathetic and maybe a little over the top in his sympathy. “That sounds quite startling. I am familiar with the Negaverse, yes.” He leaned in so he could whisper with her, just in case this was supposed to be some great secret.

“You can go on. It’s an interesting little piece, perhaps I can find something for you. I’ve got a few ideas in mind, but really, I’d love to listen. You’re a lovely storyteller.”

The Merchant watched her briefly and just smiled; she didn’t seem particularly interested in it. If he’d had to guess, she actually seemed a little eager to leave. He was a man of his word, though; she wasn’t easy to read. Usually he had something to work with when he was speaking with his customers, but he supposed he never minded a challenge.

Especially if she seemed so open minded and unpicky.

“Well. Let us hope your future is bountiful. You’re a pretty girl. I’ve got plenty of jewelry we could drape you in, but something tells me that wouldn’t be enough. Oh! Well. How about–”

He paused, dug under his table for a moment, and then produced a basketball sized cornucopia. “What about this? It’s not just decorative, you know. I’ve used this for a while. I’ve upgraded, so I don’t need it anymore, but it’s convenient if you, like me, let fruit spoil before you eat it. It extends the lifespace of produce, gives you plenty of time to figure out how you want to eat anything. Doesn’t work on everything–trust me, I’ve tried–but fruits, vegetables. Things grown of the land? It’ll store for quite a while. I forgot about half a dozen apples for nearly–oh, I suppose a year, by your count. Still perfect and crisp by the time I got to them.”