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[nisa_polat]

Who: Nisa Polat + Open
What: Nisa is already bored of her day to day routine.
Where: Nisa and her brother's food stall
When: November 13th, mid morning (though she'll be there until the evening)

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[hilla_maid]

The greengrocer’s delivery boy had not showed up at the castle that morning and the cook was in despair. The meal that had been planned for the midday could not be prepared. Instead, they had to resort to serving a hastily revised menu. As soon as she could be spared from her duties, the cook sent Hilla to visit the grocer to see what the problem was

[nisa_polat]

Nisa had seen the woman in the corner of her eye. She figured the female was only passing through, it was a market after all. People strolled. Maybe the sight of two people clearly not from the area just caught her attention. It wouldn't be the first time. However the woman stayed. Nisa looked at her for a moment, an old assessment trick that she caught immediately and went back to work. It was tough having to remind yourself that not everyone was to be figured out

[hilla_maid]

With the way she had been staring, Hilla couldn’t blame the seller for eventually calling out to her. She couldn't very well pretend she hadn’t heard the woman, so she shook her head.

"Oh, no!" Hilla called back. Then she decided to step closer so that she didn’t need to raise her voice over the other people passing by.

"I don’t even have any money. Sorry." She looked at the foodstuffs and thought herself lucky for already having had her meal; otherwise it would have been torture to be here. She smiled a little. "Smells good. Shouldn’t be too hard to sell those, I think."

[nisa_polat]

Nisa watched as the other woman neared her stall. Apparently she wasn't interested or at least if she was, she couldn't do anything about it. The Polat girl smiled in response and figured that perhaps she should take a page out of her brother's book.

"Well," she started, cutting up a portion of meat she'd prepared. It was bigger than the usual 'test' piece. She put it on her knife and put it up, signalling that the woman was to take it. "If you try it and like it, you'll tell others, yes? And then they'll come looking."

It was good in theory, if she liked what she tasted, she'd tell her friends and the stall could get more business than it would had the 'word' not been spread. "Just don't go saying it was free," she said with a slight smile.