It's a beautiful day for a stroll.

[aint_comin_back]

Who; Mal and open
What; Mal doesn't know that he'll be compelled to follow any order given to him. That's why he chose today to peruse the Marketplace.
Where; Market (Perhaps eventually moving to drown all sorrows at the Roadhouse)
When; Tuesday afternoon
Rating; PG-13, language in all probability.
Status; Ongoing and so, so, so open.

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[prodigalvampire]

[To say that Thomas was starting to get paranoid was an understatement. In the past four days, nothing violent, strange, or utterly impossible had happened to anyone and he figured it was probably about time for something to happen.

That didn't stop him from needing food, though. He always hated looking for food in this place. There were coconuts, bananas, meat, dairy, eggs, fish, and anything else you could think of...and a few things that looked so weird he stayed away from them for the most part. But, no matter how often he looked, he was never able to find the essentials: pre-cooked bacon, TV dinners, or hot pockets. It was a shame.

But, shame or not, he was hungry and his cupboards were empty, and that meant it was shopping time.

And he couldn't help but say something to the guy arguing with the vender at this stall.]

It's a lime, not a condo.

[aint_comin_back]

[It took Mal a moment to figure out that the guy was commenting about his haggling; he was just a tad engrossed in arguing. He looks at the lime in his hand and back at the vendor, the lime, and then the man standing there.]

Well. Yeah. [He holds it up, addressing the vendor more than the newcomer.] And it's a lime not gonna last much longer out here. It's in his best interest to sell the gorram thing 'fore it goes to rot.

[prodigalvampire]

[His eyes narrowed slightly at the lime, then he looked to the vender, then back to the fruit, then heaved a sigh.]

Empty night, man. How much does he want for it?

[aint_comin_back]

[Mal turns the lime in his hand and then gestures with it.] 'Nough for a grove of these gorram things. Don't get much in the way of fresh fruit up in the black, but hell if I'm paying that much for it where it's grown.

[prodigalvampire]

[He shrugs and goes back to browsing his own section.] Then don't. [His eyes shift to the vendor then back to Mal.] There are quite a few stalls around here. I'm sure someone will give you a better deal.

[aint_comin_back]

Eh. [Mal tosses the lime into the air, catches it and glances at the shopkeeper.] Half the fun's in the haggling.

[He puts the lime down, though, and starts looking over toward the other stalls.] You might have a point though.

[prodigalvampire]

[He shrugs.] It's a lime, not a truffle. Just go somewhere else. I'm sure the good vendor will understand.

[aint_comin_back]

That's a point. [And excuse him, Thomas. Mal is off to find somewhere else.]