Daisy sat up cautiously, entirely confused by his next question, and how on earth that could relate to her whining about her head hurting or getting a wand, but not about to argue with the handsome healer man. She patted the ground around her and then caught sight of the canvas bag on the floor nearby, tugging it over by the strings into her lap and looking down at it unenthusiastically.
"It's just posters," Daisy said, riffling through the rolled up sheets and pulling out a few to check the bottom of the bag, just to show him she was following his instructions to the letter! "For the carnival. Nothin' fancy. I didn't get to buy the wand yet," she repeated, looking at him with sad puppy eyes. Her hand scraped at the bottom of the canvas. "There might've been a few knuts down there, too?" She said, coming up empty-handed with a shrug. (The loose bits of change might, admittedly, just have fallen through the small snag at the bottom of the bag, but Daisy hadn't noticed it before.) "But that's all I had. Why d'ya ask?"
"It's just posters," Daisy said, riffling through the rolled up sheets and pulling out a few to check the bottom of the bag, just to show him she was following his instructions to the letter! "For the carnival. Nothin' fancy. I didn't get to buy the wand yet," she repeated, looking at him with sad puppy eyes. Her hand scraped at the bottom of the canvas. "There might've been a few knuts down there, too?" She said, coming up empty-handed with a shrug. (The loose bits of change might, admittedly, just have fallen through the small snag at the bottom of the bag, but Daisy hadn't noticed it before.) "But that's all I had. Why d'ya ask?"