[ Ciri looks up at the man's voice, momentarily glimpsing a furry (not hair, furry) hand setting down some coin. The antlers catch her off guard. ]
What--?
[ Without even looking back down properly, catching the movement out of the corner of her eye, Ciri slaps her hand on the counter over the coins as the stall-owner reaches for them. If the deer-man is trying to leave quietly, she doesn't seem intent to let him. ]
Oh, come now. You're encouraging this racket.
[ Turning back to the cashier, she gives the man a pointed look. ]
Two sweet buns for this amount. Or none at all, and I take my coin [ the strange deer's coin, in fact ] to the inn down the street instead.
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What--?
[ Without even looking back down properly, catching the movement out of the corner of her eye, Ciri slaps her hand on the counter over the coins as the stall-owner reaches for them. If the deer-man is trying to leave quietly, she doesn't seem intent to let him. ]
Oh, come now. You're encouraging this racket.
[ Turning back to the cashier, she gives the man a pointed look. ]
Two sweet buns for this amount. Or none at all, and I take my coin [ the strange deer's coin, in fact ] to the inn down the street instead.