Shopping in the Square

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It was little ways into the afternoon in the bustling market square of Grassveil Town and a young Fennekin was stood on her hind legs, cooking the last crepe that she would sell at her stall that day. Mille used practiced skill to flip the crepe in the pan, cooking the other side as the young Espurr customer waited patiently in front of the stall. With a smile, Mille made pleasant conversation with the youngster as she cooked, not wanting anyone to stand by awkwardly and in silence if she could help them feel more comfortable.

A few minutes later, the thin crepe was done and Mille slathered it with syrup as the Espurr had ordered, before folding it up handing it over gently, wrapped in a napkin. The Espurr thanked her for the food and scampered off, Mille smiling as she watched them go.

The Fennekin then turned away from the front of the stall, placing a small sign that said 'Not Serving' at the front so that others wouldn't come asking for her food. Mille would have happily continued serving for a few more hours until the hustle and bustle of Grassveil Town's square calmed down for the day, but she had run out of ingredients. Instead, the Fennekin had opted to pack up for the day and have a look around town whilst she bought some more.

Mille spent the next twenty minutes or so washing her tools and cleaning her stall. Once her saucepans and tools were all washed and dried, Mille packed them all away and closed up the stall, hoisting her bag full of tools onto her back as she went to explore the rest of the square. She popped on over to the stall next to hers to let them know that she was heading off for the day and went to have a look further on in the sqaure.

"Oh, is that so?", Morty inquired, The two passed by Erica's stall, and Morty returned her smile with a gentle wave of his tail, before resuming his focus on his own conversation. Mille described her dream of selling baked goods, an idea that he hasn't heard of before. As far as he knew, there weren't any shops like that in the town, just folks who sold plain old bread. An original idea like that would absolutely bring in lots of business. Bringing up histhoughts with Mille, he suggested, "I don't think there are any other shops that do that around here. I bet you'll be able to bring in lots of customers to your shop!".

Down the road, they continued. The sky was beginning to dim slightly, a sign of the late-afternoon's coming. Morty looked up towards the clouds, thinking about what he would do when he got back to the guild. He hadn't left the town at all, so the Guildmaster probably wouldn't mind much the fact that he didn't do anything productive all day. Heck, he was sure that Faye had to do stuff like this herself sometimes. Hmm... he wondered about it. That is, until the other end of his conversation introduced herself, as Mille. He had forgotten to introduce himself too, now that he remembered. "Hey, you're right, we both forgot, haha. My name's Morty. Nice to meet ya, Mille!"