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It was a busy market this week. Blue was standing behind her stall looking a little flustered as it died down for a moment. Restocking her eggs from under the table and making what few veggies are left look good.
She was wearing black jeans with black boots and a nice t-shirt that says. I give zero Fox. An image of a many tailed fox looking cute.
Several stalls down, Yael has finished unloading the yarn -- dyed and undyed -- and the raw wool, and the lanolin, for Lev from the farm's truck. She finishes up just in time for the market to open, and absently dusts her hands off on her jean shorts, tugging her tank top back into place and wiping sweat off of her neck from underneath the lazy braid containing her wild curls. She turns her attention to Tsara, also there to help, and offers, "I think I saw Mark's here today with the bubble tea cart. You want some?" A vague gesture up the way, a path that'll take them past Blue's stall as they go.
Tsara might sometimes seem like exactly the sort of person who probably wouldn't be enthusiastic about coming to help out with hauling stuff around and selling things at a farmer's market. People who assumed that would most likely be wrong, because when asked, she turned out to have just that eagerness to help. There is is, her own hair braided back, in a tank top and a sports bra (which she still hasn't gotten over the miracle of) and shorts, hauling things around like someone who grew up on a farm.
She didn't, exactly, but only because her people were nomadic shepherds.
"Sure!" she replies cheerfully, starting to walk already. "If I recall there's still a flavor or two I haven't tried."
Blue sees the pair and does a gentle wave. Still fiddling with her stock as she does.
Handing off a carton of eggs to an older couple that handed her some cash.
A polite. "How's your day going?" To Yael and Tsara.
"Yeah, I think I haven't tried the nutella yet. Though I'm partial to the mango." Yael's raspy voice comes paired with their lopsided half-smile. "Good, good," she agrees, completing the social script with her thumbs hooked lazily into the pockets of her jeans shorts. "Did you want to pick up some eggs?" she asks Tsara.
"Wonderful!" Tsara answers Blue with a brilliant smile. "This weather is just marvelous. How about yours?"
Then she responds to Yael. "What is a nutella, anyway? Are they related to nuts?" Tsara asks with all apparent seriousness, though she does at least have and accent that suggests it might make sense for her to not be familiar with this kind of thing. Then she follows that up, with an oddly hopeful expression, "do you think they have fertilized ones here? The farm could use more chickens, I'm sure." Who couldn't use more chickens, right?
"Its been really good, nice and busy which is good. It means my fridges are a little less bloated at home."
A genuine smile and a laugh. Then a tilt of her head to Tsara. "I dont have any this week but I can get you some if you'd like."
As they are coming closer they will see that there is a few photos on display showing a hand tended vegetable garden and some lovely black chickens.
A hoarse chuckle. She cuts a glance aside at Tsara and smiles lopsidedly. "Nutella is a spread, like peanut butter, except it's made with hazelnuts and chocolate, so 'nutella' is now often a shorthand for the combination of hazelnut and chocolate flavors." Yael nods once at the idea of fertilized eggs. "I'm sure we could, if you're looking after them." Another glance down the way towards the stall where Lev looks after their farm's goods, which does not include eggs. One hand rises and briefly rests at the small of Tsara's back, moving her gently out of the way of someone behind her who comes carrying a large box full of tomatoes. "We'll take two dozen, then. Hard-boiled eggs are an easy field breakfast."
Tsara lets herself be moved out of the way with a smile at Yael, then leans in for a closer look at the photos of the garden, then looks up at Blue. "This is your garden?" she asks with a finger pointed at the photo. "It looks really nice. Do you name your chickens?" It seems to be a point of curiosity for Tsara whether people name their livestock or not.
Yale gets a brief puzzled look and then a shake of her head. "How did they get to "nutella" from chocolate and hazelnut? The way people come up with names for things seems so strange. And I don't mind looking after chickens. It doesn't seem like they require a lot of looking after."
As she is grabbing two cartons of Eggs she smiles "Yeah it is. Thankyou and yes I name my favorites." Then a little softer and with a little laugh. "Which is all of them."
There is a tilt of her head. "They can take as muich or as little care as you want them to. It really depends how much space you give them and what sort of laying arrangement you want to have. You'll need to bring them under cover at night especially during the colder months and making sure that they have nesting supplies."
A hand goes to her head and she shakes it. "Look at me going on my little rant and you havent even got them yet."
"Depends on how hungry the foxes are."
She takes a black leather bifold wallet out of her back pocket and opens it, taking out a few bills and passing them over before taking the eggs. "We have chickens at our place already," Yael explains, "but I can't blame you for starting the shpiel. I've heard similar from just about everybody here."
There's a brief flare which pings Peripheral Mage Sight -- Forces, for those with Keen Periphery -- and then Yael answers, "Well, it started out being called 'Supercrema,' as in 'the best spread,' but then Italy outlawed any brand names which included superlatives, so they renamed it 'nut' plus the Italian suffix 'ella,' which basically means nut... with positive connotations, because 'ella' means 'she' but when used as a suffix it's like... 'this thing is nice.'" A vague shrug, as if she didn't just name-infodump randomly.
"Of course it's all of them," Tsara says like that makes perfect sense to her. "And yeah, that all makes sense, Including the need to be concerned about predators. Everyone is always looking for an easy meal, right?" Yeah, no surprises with any of that for her, really.
"They... outlawed... superlatives?" that, however, seems to confuse Tsara quite a bit. "How odd. I wonder what the reasoning behind that was. Then again, I find the whole brand thing kind of strange to begin with, and it only gets stranger the more I think about it." She looks at Blue and rolls her eyes a bit. "Capitalism," she grouses.
There is a bit of a twitch which Blue is unable to hide at the brief flare of Forces. A clench and unclench of her hand as she looks around the Market nervously.
Her words are a little more careful as she speaks. "A lot of people dont really treat their animals the best. So I try to help that. Yolko, Roo and Cochin are all rescues from other farms."
She listens to the name info dump with a smile. "Well, you learn something new every day. I assume they banned them because of the idea of making a claim without proof. Like saying its "The Best" when its a very opinion based thing."
Then a nod. "Capatalism. It ruins everything."
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