Afternoon.
Arley Streets.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Come purchase fresh fruits, there's a discount if you purchase a good amount" a woman's voice met the lord and lady just as they stepped into the market.
They continued their walk with an unconcealed eagerness to explore the market.
"If you do not buy my fruits, how then would you be fruitful?" her audacious question paused the couple.
Lydia chuckled as she tugged at Theodore's arm.
"She is good Theo, let us buy," she said, they turned to the seller, she didn't have a shop but a barrow on the roadside.
"All hodgepodge of them please," Lydia asked, her head resting on Theodore's shoulder. The seller quickly began to gather an assortment of fruits into a basket.
"So posh, mother they must be noble" the sellers' daughter whispered but they all heard it.
The mother nudges the daughter before glaring at her. "Shh do not piss them off"