"What's this event?" Charley asked, leaning in a bit. She was curious now, her better senses still tempering her stomach. In return, her stomach decided now was the time to betray her with a deep growl. It was the kind the urchin didn't think her belly had in it anymore, not after all the weeks she'd spent disabusing it of that notion. All it did was announce her desperation to anyone within earshot, and Benevolence was definitely within earshot.

Charley let out an indignant sigh.

"Sure, you got a deal," the urchin said, resigned to the fate. It didn't look like there was going to be any more negotiation. Charley was sure she could've gotten a lot more than the woman was offering so far. Working in a sneezy flower shop with some old lady wasn't brilliant work, unless it paid good coin that is. There was nothing worth taking here, or eating, despite how many flower salads some cookbook had.

Charley held a hand up to her mouth, pausing to add, "Don't mean I'm gonna sleep here." She was still deciding on that part. There were better hearths in the winter, and the urchin was sure that the house she found yesterday belonged to some family out of town for the moment. It was practically an invitation, really, with no old ladies for supervision. "But for food and coin.."

She hocked up a loogie and spit it into her hand. Deals had to be shook on, and there was nothing more binding on the streets than the spit-shake.

"..you got a deal."

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