"Fresh is better," Marron confirmed. "Though the pre-packaged ones are excellent too. These just have that immediate crunch."
She sold twelve bags of fresh-made crisps in thirty minutes, plus another eight pre-packaged bags to people who didn't want to wait for frying. Millie handled money and change while Marron focused purely on cooking—an efficient division of labor.
By two bells, when the lunch rush finally slowed, Marron had sold almost all her stock. She had maybe six bags left, plus enough raw rootknots for one more fresh batch if anyone wanted it.
"That was intense," Millie said, counting coins. "You made... let me see... one hundred and fifty copper this afternoon? Just from crisps?"
