Farmers Market Visit (rp with tj)

Two of Winter's hands held a poffdula bulb, while the other two clasped each other. There were a lot of blobs here. She was still so new, so unused to large crowds that she found herself somewhat shut-down. At least nobody seemed to want to approach her with her neutral expression. That was alright. Winter wasn't sure she'd even know what to say.

She had approached the farm stand with interest in the plants as plants, less so than products. There were only so many places the young blobling had been. Some of this brown blobling's fare seemed entirely foreign. How big was Terrea, anyway? How many climes were there left still to explore? Winter craned over the products, eyes searching every sparkle, every little sprout. She was so lost in observing, the shopkeep's voice startled her.

With wide eyes, Winter peered up at the blob. She looked more worried than offended.

"...I don't have any," she said shortly. It was easy enough to extrapolate that ferroflips were some kind of bartering chip, but Winter was still so new, she hadn't the slightest idea of how to get any. It seemed impolite to accept a free sample with no chance of her being able to buy the product afterward. She looked back down at the blobling's fare, and there were a few more moments of silence before she spoke again. "You collect these?" she asked, "Or do you grow them?"

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"Small..." Winter mused. It was not quite a statement, but also not quite a question. It also wasn't quite meant for anyone in particular. What was a small garden, anyway? and how could a small garden hold so much produce? There was another silent pause before Winter's attention was drawn to the young pods in her hands.

"These...grew out of my footprints," she said. She sounded both puzzled and confident. She was sure where they had come from, but not sure if she had made them? Or if something else had caused them, like the pressure of her weight in a particular spot or treading in just the right place. She knew very little about the plantborns, and even less about their ability to grow the plants which they resembled. "If you want it, though..."

She held out the little seedling and looked over to the clover-faced blobling. Her eyes were curious and worried, regardless of her otherwise neutral expression.

"What would you like to trade?" How much was each plant worth, after all? What was worth a little poff pod?

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"Hm." It wasn't a sound of offense, just an acknowledgement of not-knowing. There must not be a standard, then. Winter's eyes lowered to the pod in her hands again. Would plants grown from footprints be worth more than plants that were...planted? Would rarity decide price, or the level of difficulty it took to grow? And, wait, now. Meowler fertilizer? There were so many things to learn!

Perhaps a moment belatedly, winter realized that the clover-faced blobling was talking to her again. Her eyes grew wide as she listened. Glow grapes! She could guess which ones those were. And it seemed she'd be inheriting some quick-growing meowler fertilizer of her own. It didn't feel like an unfair trade, but who knew what was fair? They'd both have to learn, she supposed. "Okay."

One pair of hands held out the poff sproutling. The lower pair came out and turned palm-up to receive the seeds. She blinked rapidly, watching the other blobling move.

"I'm Winter," she said, and then, with a bit more confidence, a bite more volume: "Winter." Just as suddenly as the confidence had come, Winter seemed ashamed of it. She bowed her head slightly, and her voice was soft again. "And who are you?"

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