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September 15, 2020
One of the nice things about being friends with Anne (besides the persistent, quiet thrill of having an honest-to-goodness pirate favor you with their company) is that they're from similar enough times that it's easy to make an outing out of something that most might find a bit simple or boring, like browsing the outdoor farmer's markets. If she has to shop anyway, she might as well make it more fun than the average grocery run, and indulge herself with a bit of company.
Honestly, she's a little suspicious of some of what's on offer — Darrow has a long enough growing season, but that doesn't mean everything is in season now, so the same mystery of where the grocers get their produce might just as easily be applied to the people selling heaps of blueberries in mid-September. But the weather is nice, the prices are decent, and there's a variety of things you don't find as easily at a typical grocer's, like freshly roasted nuts or beeswax candles.
More than that, there's just the comforting familiarity of an open-air market, stalls run by individuals instead everything stacked impersonally on shelves. It feels like a bit of home, and she fancies that for Anne, it might be much the same.
Greta's just hefted something apparently called dragon fruit and is midway through asking Anne if she has any idea what it's like when she's interrupted by a pair of strange voices: "Greta?" and "Oh my god, Greta?" hitting her with enough unanticipated force that she starts with a quiet squawk, mindlessly clutching the strange fruit to her chest and nearly bumping Anne's shoulder as she pivots to face the speakers: a man and a woman rushing over from a neighboring stall.
One of the nice things about being friends with Anne (besides the persistent, quiet thrill of having an honest-to-goodness pirate favor you with their company) is that they're from similar enough times that it's easy to make an outing out of something that most might find a bit simple or boring, like browsing the outdoor farmer's markets. If she has to shop anyway, she might as well make it more fun than the average grocery run, and indulge herself with a bit of company.
Honestly, she's a little suspicious of some of what's on offer — Darrow has a long enough growing season, but that doesn't mean everything is in season now, so the same mystery of where the grocers get their produce might just as easily be applied to the people selling heaps of blueberries in mid-September. But the weather is nice, the prices are decent, and there's a variety of things you don't find as easily at a typical grocer's, like freshly roasted nuts or beeswax candles.
More than that, there's just the comforting familiarity of an open-air market, stalls run by individuals instead everything stacked impersonally on shelves. It feels like a bit of home, and she fancies that for Anne, it might be much the same.
Greta's just hefted something apparently called dragon fruit and is midway through asking Anne if she has any idea what it's like when she's interrupted by a pair of strange voices: "Greta?" and "Oh my god, Greta?" hitting her with enough unanticipated force that she starts with a quiet squawk, mindlessly clutching the strange fruit to her chest and nearly bumping Anne's shoulder as she pivots to face the speakers: a man and a woman rushing over from a neighboring stall.
