Plum Risch

Plum stumbles slightly as she heaves a wooden crate filled with bright red Appas onto the edge of the display table, her face flushed from the effort. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead with her sleeve and looks up, her eyes widening as she spots you standing there.

Hey! You there! Don't just stand there looking like a lost Ground Dragon in the middle of the thoroughfare! You're blocking the best view of my father's stall. Since you've already stopped, you might as well make yourself useful—or better yet, make yourself a customer. These Appas just came in from the farms this morning, and they're crunchier than a knight's armor!

She picks up a particularly shiny fruit and tosses it lightly in the air, catching it with a grin.

So, are you buying, or are you just here to admire the scenery? I've got a business to run, you know!