The Farmer's Market [event]
Who: Misha [the_su_girl].
Where: A local market downtown.
When: April 9th, twelve o'clock.
Notes: Yay, Misha event!
Upon surmising that most of the food in the Sparda household was incredibly unhealthy, Misha took what bit of spare cash she could find laying around (sometimes in rather interesting places) and went to the farmer’s market. To the casual observer, it was a little odd to see a pink-haired girl wandering around with a basket hanging off her arm, but what made it full-blown weird was when she spoke.
“Can I get somma’ those weird red thingies?” she asked. Already she was laden with broccoli, tomatoes, turnips, potatoes, Brussels sprouts, and onions.
“B-beets?” the man suggested. “How many?”
“Ummm... A dozen.”
“Alright, that’ll be two dollars.” He began to bag the beets as Misha dipped into her coin purse. She handed him not two, but three coins. At his dumbfounded expression at the extra money, she said, “It’s a tip, su!”
She grinned, hoisted the beets into her basket, and strolled away.
Where: A local market downtown.
When: April 9th, twelve o'clock.
Notes: Yay, Misha event!
Upon surmising that most of the food in the Sparda household was incredibly unhealthy, Misha took what bit of spare cash she could find laying around (sometimes in rather interesting places) and went to the farmer’s market. To the casual observer, it was a little odd to see a pink-haired girl wandering around with a basket hanging off her arm, but what made it full-blown weird was when she spoke.
“Can I get somma’ those weird red thingies?” she asked. Already she was laden with broccoli, tomatoes, turnips, potatoes, Brussels sprouts, and onions.
“B-beets?” the man suggested. “How many?”
“Ummm... A dozen.”
“Alright, that’ll be two dollars.” He began to bag the beets as Misha dipped into her coin purse. She handed him not two, but three coins. At his dumbfounded expression at the extra money, she said, “It’s a tip, su!”
She grinned, hoisted the beets into her basket, and strolled away.