(oh no im dieabetic so itll help with my lows, ive heard theres a thing called nettle soup?)
"oh...mother ran i see..."
"do you live in this booth?"
(Oh, I've never heard of that! I know you can make tea out of it tho)"
"Oh-nonono-my mother's sick, so I'm just taking care of my little brother for the day-that's all-"
"oh..."
(apparently its really sweet and bitter, but in a good way)
"well you take your time, i dont mind waiting..."
(Oooo)
"T-Thank you my lord-shhh...there there...."
He gradually got his little brother to calm down and placed him back in his crib before packaging up Dee's nettles
"There you are-anything else...?"
"may i offer your family a room in my castle?"
he seemed to smile, rare
"Oh! W-Well...t-thank you, My Lord-t-that's a very generous offer but we're quite alright-"
"oh? so your refusing..."
his smile instantly dropped
"W-N-No! No it-it's not like that I-I just it would be difficult for my mother to make the trip up and down the mountains a-and I-I'd h-have a hard time g-getting to work-"
"i have a luxary carrige...but have it your way"
he left another bundle of gold, starting to leave
"...."
He bit his lip, feeling a bit badly
