Noble grinned at her. "I'd like to reserve a fifth of a horn," he said, "Depending on the pricing." Unicorn horns were expensive, but if Miss Bobbin was telling the truth and stocks were low across Britain, a fifth would be worth it. Noble thought it likely that she was telling the truth, too — they were friendly, and she had an honest face.
"How are things around here, anyways?" Noble asked. Her father had recently died, he knew — and that was always difficult, in his rather extensive experience.
"How are things around here, anyways?" Noble asked. Her father had recently died, he knew — and that was always difficult, in his rather extensive experience.