"Thanks for coming by! And thanks for the vegetables!" Wren chimes behind a departing figure, waving pleasantly as she tucks a handful of young vegetables behind the counter beside her. "Just one second!~" She sing-songs, straightening up a moment later to greet the next person in line. "Hiya! What can I get for you?" She questions, leveling green-gray eyes on Zelda a moment later. "I've still got some spring lemonade, and a whole buncha tarts of all kinds of flavors- they're on the chalkboard- If yer looking for a flower crown, that's Robbie an' Brute's little table-" She informs, motioning to the little boy and his dog sat nearby. "And daddy- dammit, daddy. MALLARD!"
"What what!? Somethin' broken? on fire?" He appears from around the corner, stomping out the remains of a joint and waving away the smell of herbal smoke. His brows crease as he comes face to face with someone who looks... oddly familiar.
"We got customers, and you're slackin, is what- anyway, daddy's sellin' toys an' sculptures an' drawings of folk in their festival clothes- so if ya need anythin' give us a holler!" Wren declares, Duck chuckling as he climbs into the trailer again.
"You look familiar- ain't seen you around town 'fore though. Where you from, Darlin?" He questions as he seats himself again- it's small talk, really.
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