Weight Woes
"You know, Tressa," Primrose said as she looked at the giant plate of food Tressa was devouring, "I just don't get it."
Tressa blinked as she set down her fork. "Get what?"
"How does a girl as small as you eat so much, anyway?"
"Hey!" Tressa huffed. "Are you calling me short?"
"No, I'm calling you skinny," Primrose replied in amusement. (Tressa was short, though, no matter what she said.) "Why, if I ate that much, it'd go straight to my waist. Not good for a dancer, you know."
"Huh, I dunno, actually!" Tressa looked thoughtful for a moment. "Maybe carrying around all the merchandise helps. Or the giant spear! Either one, really."
Primrose hummed in thought as she looked between her plate and Tressa's. This tavern did have some really tasty-looking roasted pheasant... And it was really, really tempting to go order two servings like Tressa did...
Ah, heck it. Primrose was going to go for it.
Primrose equipped the Merchant sub-job.