"I thought I smelled somethin' fantastic when I got my ass handed to me over there." It's a greeting punctuated with a laugh as he walks up to Claire's booth, reaching a hand up to detach the wolf mask from it's magnets, Duck's grinning features fully visible as he clips the face covering to his waist. "I would be absolutely remiss if I didn't get myself a proper sampler while I was nursin' my wounded pride." He insists. "How ya been, Claire? Ain't had a minute to chat with ya for a while." He observes. "Which, I'll be completely honest, is prolly my fault- Orchard's givin' me a run fer my money- even with one a' our main apple trees outta commission I'm runnin' into harvests faster than I can trade 'er preserve it." He wipes sweat from his face, scrunches his nose. "I hope you're keepin' cooler than I am, at the very least."
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