Malon was starting to feel lonely mostly because her father spent his days in his Panic Room with nearly half their crates of milk, and Ingo spent the days hitting little boys before jumping into a nearby well to escape. Why Ingo did that was beyond her, but she didn't question his actions much like she did with her Father's antics over milk. So she did what any other woman in her situation would do. Cry and weep until somebody noticed that something was wrong. Her efforts were soon paying off as her Father was yelling at her for the first time in days.
"MALON!" shouted Talon, walking into Malon's room with an empty bottle of milk, the stains on his shirt visible.
She weakly lifted her head from her drenched pillow, and sat on the edge of the bed, wiping away her tears.
"Yes, Daddy?" she croaked.
"I hate to interupt your intense sobbing session, but it's kind of hard to worry about the milk being taken with you crying over the fact that you look like a poor person, so could you please stop?" asked Talon, smiling briefly before quickly walking out the room.
"Burn!" shouted Ingo, quickly running into the room with a lit candle before licking his fingers and using them to put out the flame." Like a ginger!"
"Shut up, Ingo, nobody likes you!" shouted Malon, quickly chasing him out of her room.
Meanwhile in Castle Town…
"Why do I need to pratice shopping?" asked Zelda as Impa and her were walking through the market place with many vendors." I have servants who would do the work for me."
"Your Spoiledness, you must learn to fend for yourself at times," replied Impa, shortly gazing at a nearby fish vendor before looking at Zelda." There may be times when the servants are way too busy."
"Doing what?" asked Zelda, raising an eyebrow.
"Servant stuff," replied Impa rubbing the back of her head." Like tending to the castle, and cooking."
The servants at the castle were busy dancing on top of tables in the dinning hall, shaking their rumps while serving drinks to random strangers on the streets. One servant even managed to win a guard's armor in a game of strip poker…..with sticks.
"Then why don't you have to cook?" asked Zelda.
Impa spotted and point to a vendor housing many different types of clothing from dresses to rags to even tunics." Ah, that vendor looks like it would be a good place to find you some new attires."
"But I already-"
"Yes, it is settled! We shall shop at that vendor first before we look or do anything else regarding our shopping spree!"
"But Impa-"
"Come now, Princess!" Impa seized her by her hand, and quickly ran over to the vendor." Let's begin the shopping spree!"
That was the last Zelda was ever seen again….at least until lunch time.