The raven lands before her and approaches her takoyaki with ill intent, one menacing foot steps after the other, but then he stops and looks up at the woman like an ancient devil with a plan.
"Smell good."
He declares, purplish-black eyes holding contact like only a few men could. One step forward again, then another, claws raise and tap at the wood at the rhythm of fingertips, then between two taps a coin shines suddenly, which hadn't been there before, and with that feet, it is slid forward. An antique piece of silver from a great empire which crumbled six thousand years ago, the kind of trinket a collector would kill to get.
"Trade."
The woman had one of the takoyaki on a stick, about to bite into the warm snack before she noticed the raven, eyes widening slightly.
What in the Hell's was that thing doing here?!
She followed it's every move, holding the stick close to her almost defensively. It still irked her the bloody thing could talk, yet the Witch's pet had proven time and time again it was smarter than it looked...and it would do so here...again.
The woman eyed the silver piece, not recognising the coinage. For all she knew, it could have been a knock-off, a counterfeit that no other merchant would willingly accept.
....And yet....would the bird know the difference?
She pouted for a moment, only to sigh in defeat. She couldn't help but smirk at the gesture, offering the stick to the creature.
'Trade.'
