The baker leaned over the counter to look into the wide eyes of the owner of a grubby outstretched palm full of assorted coins.
"Sweet-buns pwease, sir?" squeaked the kobold, dressed in a curly wig and remnants of a pretty smock, using it's best waif voice. It was a pretty good mimicry.
Well... a customer was a customer...
The baker counted the coins then wrapped five warm buns in paper, handing it over.
The kobold skipped away joyfully.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that I had a bunch of really weird fucked up dreams after watching Everything Everywhere All At Once and then going to bed. Did you know that you should never trust anyone trying to give you a copy of the Battleship game by the side of the road?
Yes, obviously they also know kung fu.
Rare coastal dragoness, often found by sunny sea cliffs. Nonbinary but fairly femme-leaning. If you're under 18 don't follow.