"Never," Marron said, arranging her equipment. "Just got distracted by trying to keep everyone else's carts from being shut down."
"And we appreciate it," Arrow said softly, setting up her bread cart nearby. The owl-kin's feathers looked healthier than they had during the decree crisis—less stressed, more settled. "But it's good to see you back. What are you selling today?"
"Something new," Marron said. She pulled out her first batch of pre-packaged rootknot crisps—salt and vinegar, smokesalt herb, and spicy pepper varieties. Each bag was sealed with a hand-tied ribbon, labeled with simple tags she'd made yesterday. "Rootknot crisps. Three copper for small bags, five for large."
"Like Kiva's crisps?" Marcus asked, immediately interested.
"Inspired by them," Marron admitted. "But my own recipes. I spent two days testing seasoning variations."
"Let me try," Marcus said. "Professional opinion."
