 CoMC HW1 - Post 2
Still smiling from her first sale, the thirteen year old began advertising again, a little more loudly this time.
"Ashwinder Eggs! Ashwinder Eggs! Fresh! Frozen! Fireborn!" she shouted as she watched more people pass. Don't they hear us? she wondered about a few that didn't even bother to look their way. I guess I wouldn't like being heckled at either though, so who can blame them?
She sighed and continued with her mission. "Ashwinder Eggs! Great for potions! Hot off the press!....Except that they're not hot actuallllyyyy!" She wished that man would come back and buy all of her eggs so she could be done bothering people, but no such luck. He was long gone.
There was however, a short stumpy woman with a babushka on, crookedly walking towards her with a cane. She's um...sort of freaky isn't she then? She didn't mean to be rude though, so she tried to talk with her. "Hello ma'am, would you like to buy some eggs? They were just created yesterday." She supposed she couldn't really say born since the little snakes inside never really got a chance to be much of anything. The thought made her sad, but it seemed to be a standard practice, so she wouldn't object as long as it was for classwork.
She woman blinked and squinted at the jar. "Eggs? What kind of eggs?" She frowned at the girl and the blur of a sign she had set up. She really should work on finding those glasses soon...
Oh the poor thing, can't hear or see? She spoke up a little louder. "Ashwinder eggs, ma'am. Five galleons for a whole jar!" She nodded and pushed a jar towards her.
The woman blinked hard again and leaned forward. "Ashgrinder eggs? Grinder what? Five galleons for a grinder?! No, no...tsk tsk tsk." The old woman made a distrustful face and started to turn away.
Not wanting to lose a sale, Eliza piped up again. "No, not grinder. AshWwwiiinder. Winder. Like the snake! The snake, Ashwinder, eggs. Cures some fevers and is good for potions, ma'am." Not that this woman should be anywhere near a hot cauldron any time soon.
The woman turned around and rested her cane against the table, taking a jar in her hands. "Oh well why didn't you say so?" She shook the jar as if she could hear how good the eggs were. Grinder, winder, what's the difference, she grumbled internally. "Five galleons you say?" She dug around in her coinpurse and produced only three of the coins and laid them on the table, with dignity and pride of course.
"Yes ma'am. That's right," Eliza replied as kindly as she could, holding in a small exasperated eyeroll that she felt sneaking up. She had said that already! But at least the woman wanted to buy some, only...she had just three galleons. Twisting her lip at the low price, Eliza debated questioning the woman. But since she hadn't really spent any money herself trying to get the eggs, she let it pass. Plus she was old and could barely function anyway, so call it a senior discount. She collected the money and sent the woman on her way. "Thank you very much ma'am!"
Back to the grind. "Ashwinder eggs! Get your Ashwinder eggs here!!!" She patted her hands on her table for some sound effects, hoping to lure in a customer.
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