At the rate she kept prodding, he realized, she was going to tear a hole in his shirt. Â There was nowhere to go, though; despite his best efforts, merging with the alley wall and oozing out the other side, to reclaim his cart at a later date, had yet to occur. Â It was clear he was going to have to approach the problem head-on, despite whatever crazy ideas she might have about his sanity or business acumen.
Rotting fish, honestly.  She had no idea how to evaluate a product.
He held up his hands in something approximating surrender, head tilted up to what he could see of the sky in order to hide the exasperated look on his face.  "Fine, fine.  Very well!  We shall set aside the, ah, difference of opinion regarding the value of our deal to fix this other, demonstrably less-important one.  Never let it be said that I never did anything for you."
A silent plea to the Twelve for patience later, and he dropped his eyes to Zhavi-level, folding his arms together and glancing to the side with a knitted brow.  "So, to be clear, there is a product, you do not have the product, and as far as anyone knows the product you should have is scattered across the bottom of Limsa's harbor - " He had to check himself before he finished his next thought, and closed his mouth.  "Does anyone know what it looks like?  Perhaps we could make something.  With paint and glue, you know."  He waved his hand up in a circle at the wrist.  "Construction paper, maybe.  I have some lovely scraps.  Would that work?"
Rotting fish, honestly.  She had no idea how to evaluate a product.
He held up his hands in something approximating surrender, head tilted up to what he could see of the sky in order to hide the exasperated look on his face.  "Fine, fine.  Very well!  We shall set aside the, ah, difference of opinion regarding the value of our deal to fix this other, demonstrably less-important one.  Never let it be said that I never did anything for you."
A silent plea to the Twelve for patience later, and he dropped his eyes to Zhavi-level, folding his arms together and glancing to the side with a knitted brow.  "So, to be clear, there is a product, you do not have the product, and as far as anyone knows the product you should have is scattered across the bottom of Limsa's harbor - " He had to check himself before he finished his next thought, and closed his mouth.  "Does anyone know what it looks like?  Perhaps we could make something.  With paint and glue, you know."  He waved his hand up in a circle at the wrist.  "Construction paper, maybe.  I have some lovely scraps.  Would that work?"
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Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
Current Fate-14 Storyline:Â Merchant, Marine
