Chapter 3

“Here is your change, good sir,” Jared said, holding out the quarters.

“Thank you,” Wes said, temporarily losing his lighthearted nature as he scowled down at his phone. Snapping back to his job, he said, much more affably, “I shall empty this into my flask and dispose of the bottle in a proper waste receptacle!”

“See that you do,” said Jared. “We must keep the realm clean. Wouldn’t want His Majesty to trip over common trash as he walks among his people!”

“Indeed. Farewell, noble pickle vendor.”

“Fare thee well, sweet flower merchant.”