Kristoff sighed. He needed some supplies, but he was miles from anywhere. He would have to visit Oaken's trading post.
The bell rang as he stepped inside.
"Hoo-hoo!" the man behind the counter bellowed. "Finally spring, eh?"
Kristoff shrugged. Even if he was going to be spending more, he would at least avoid small talk. He grabbed what he needed, and returned to the counter.
"That will be fifteen," Oaken said cheerfully.
"Can you make it ten?" Kristoff asked.
"No, sorry."
"What about some ice?"
Oaken looked outside. "Fine, give me a large block of ice, you can pay ten."