Vivi should have been prepared for the little bundle of energy hitting her around the middle... or not so little, actually. Merlin, her baby lion was getting bigger and bigger. Vivi held Lex away from her body to look at her. "It's good to see you, Baby Lion, and you're so tall all of a sudden."

She hugged the girl again as she pulled her down the table to admire some of the other jars of eggs. "And I miss you. I brought chocolate frogs for you... they're in Mo's bag." What else? Work wasn't super exciting, so Lex wouldn't want to hear about that, and she thought it best not to mention Vickers directly. "Have you sold all your eggs?"

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Alice's eyes began to wander as she waited for little miss Botros to make her decision on the hat, scanning over the stands until she noticed a very glarey-faced Vivi shoving groceries at a Mo. Oh. Was she buying eggs, too, or just making food deliveries 'cause of dingy schools and things? Would it be really awful of her to attempt to sell stuff to her ex-boyfriend's older sister or was that, like, off-limits? Nothing was off-limits, though. Ever.

"Did either of you see Selina here? She's supposed to meet me later." Would she want to buy eggs, too, maybe?

Conversational. Alice was being it today.

"She's around somewhere," Vivi turned her attention on little Alice. She TRIED TO be glarey, considering that this girl had behaved atrociously by leaving their flat in a sulk over the summer and never coming back. Plus the ruining of innocent baby Mo and his eternally sunny disposition. But she also had a sort of sad air to her, so Vivi leaned over the table and offered a hug.

"How much are your eggs selling for?"



Mo was just FINE with Vivi moving off to love on other people, even if those people were Lex and Alice. He turned his attention back to the street and the few customers/potential customers wandering past. Once again, he held up a jar and shook it gently at a middle-aged man who was foolish enough to make eye contact.

"Ashwinder eggs? You're putting food into the mouths of starving orphans and starving non-orphans and also some really well-fed kids," Mo grinned broadly and proffered the jar.

The man just frowned at him, so Mo tried again. "They're freshly laid and dead useful in potions. Or you could let them hatch and see what comes out. That's what I would do." Still no response. "Five galleons a jar, but I'll sell you two jars for nine." It was a good deal, no?

"For eight," the man offered, pulling out his money and showing it to the young Ravenclaw. "Two for eight."

"For eight," Mo agreed handing over the two jars and snatching up the money before the man had a chance to change his mind.