Sandy hummed as she leaned on the counter. She popped the piece of chocolate into her mouth, thinking for a moment. They had been sharing them for a few minutes. They went back and forth -- she'd supply a treat one visit; they'd bring something the next. She quite liked the little ritual.

“You know, if not for this shop, I’d come down and visit you in Pelican Town,” she commented, glancing to the farmer.

She really would, too. Staying in this desert was boring. Plus, the other hardly ever visited. But at least she got a good customer here and there....