“Ooh, that sounds kinda nice! Quiet, hopefully. I bet a lot of places get rowdy around here at night - I know some of the old apartments do. And Hancock’s place usually has some kinda shindig going on…”
Darla followed his gaze down to her produce and sighed, wilting herself and wiping a sheen of sweat off her brow. “I’d like to, but…” Well, it was the same story as getting muscled out of the shade, really. The bigger, more well-known - or scarier - sellers got first pick of the stall supplies to set up. No crooked legs or split wheels for them, and umbrellas went fast on days like this.
“… They all got snatched up. I guess I just wasn’t early enough today.” A fixed smile, knowing she’d been up well before the locks to the warehouse had been opened. Fucking vultures. “I tried bringing one once but it kinda disappeared on me. I’ll try again sometime though, maybe.”
She allowed herself a sigh before forcing herself to brighten up again, beaming at him. “Anyway - do you want anything, before it all shrivels up? I can give you a discount!”
“Damn.” A slight frown pulled at his lips. “Sorry to hear about that. I guess it’s a dog-eat-dog world - especially when it comes to shared supplies.”
Whether Miami liked it or not, sometimes people were muscled out of necessities. Even when there was enough for everyone, some people - selfish and aggressive - would hoard them (either wholly or extending them, oftentimes skyrocketing the initial price and painting a sense of elitism for basics) and thus deprive those in need. Rather saddening, really, but he supposed that’s just how the spread of humanity was; someone, somewhere, would find a way to exploit the system and hurt others.
At the change of subject, he mirrored her expression - bright and happy.
“Oh, no! I wouldn’t want to prune your profits, so no discounts needed,” his gaze dropped onto the produce. “Although... I was wondering what these two things are? I don’t think I’ve seen them before.”
Miami pointed first at the collection of - beans, nuts? - and then at the corn cobs where the kernels were orange and almost looked like baby carrots. Lots and lots of baby carrots. He’d been all the way from the west coast to the east and he’d never seen anything like it.
