#jasperthreads

It had been a few weeks since Jasper had been at the trading post. This hadn't even included the time immediately after the art festival where the town had been in the first stages of recovering. He was back today, though, helping out one of the vendors who was selling some homemade jams, jellies, and preserves. The last couple hours had been kind of slow and the person he was helping had gone off to do some shopping of her own leaving Jasper on his own.

“Those aren’t ripe” he pointed to the ones she was about to pick a piece from “They’re bitter and toxic when they aren’t ripe. Eating just one won’t kill you, but you’ll be in bed for a day or two.”

"Monty!" Jasper called "Monty I can't find my headphones! The ones with the red stripes. I need the ones with the red stripes." he said, his voice in a panic as he searched the house for them, currently in the living room. These headphones in particular were ones that didn't leave the house. Designated for when Jasper had chores he needed to focus on.

“go.” Jasper told the kid, before returning to look down at the bleeding finger, inspecting it some. “Maybe” he shrugged as she mentioned it wasn’t a big deal. “Come with me.” he let go of her hand, and turned to walk. 

Jasper blinked a little at her, not sure how to respond, as he’s unsure if she’s making fun of him or not. “You’ve never tried?” he asked after a moment, “right you work over at the cemetery” he nodded some as she mentioned taking care of dead people