Craig leans lazily against the hand-built counter, head in his hand. This game has gone on far too long, but questioning Cartman's decision results in a conversation, he isn't too keen on both the person, and the ideas. Craig, fixing up the brown scarf he wears to adjust to the snow, observes.

The bazaard they own is honestly very shittily-made, but good enough for Craig and his boyfriend's standards. Out in the open, too, so the snow can just decide to come ruin the items they sell. Good thing Tweek added a roof, lights too, despite his usual job being the finances.