The Price of Sweetness
Jaken did not jingle. Such a verb was not in the profile of one who served the Western Lord. Yet now it had be come a necessity to do so ever since -
"You there! Thief!"
Jaken rolled his eyes, hustling off. Not that he bet it would be any different from before.
The second he arrived, the imp immediately understood the situation
Rin. Watermelon. Angry farmer. Pay up.
Sighing, Jaken reached into his sleeve and removed a jingling string of coins. With a practiced flick, he shot one at the peasant.
"We're off, twerp." Rin quickly followed after Jaken. "You should be the one to carry these," he snapped waving the string at her.
"But you know I lost them last time! Oh, here! Want some melon?"
The toad-demon groaned and swiped at a piece. Sweet as it was, the watermelon cost twice what could have been spent elsewhere. In his opinion, sake was better at dulling the pain of dealing with brats.