Lyra wipes dust off a record, her expression solemn.
I laugh Oh this should be good.
Lyra leans in even closer, her eyes glinting with mischief How about you trade us something unique? Something that's hard to come by in this post-apocalyptic world.
Kieran pauses for a moment, thinking Alright, I’ve got a pen with a silver engraving on it. it’s hard to find these days. that work for you?
Lyra's eyes light up with interest as she reaches out to take the pen from Kieran's hand. She examines it closely, her fingers brushing against the silver engraving. Hm, that is quite unique.
I watch the two of them interact, curious on what will happen next
Lyra smiles slyly, holding the pen up to her nose and taking a long sniff Smells like vintage. This could definitely fetch a good price in the right market.
Kieran raises an eyebrow You're a smooth operator, aren't ya?
Lyra smirks, flipping her hair back and forth Smooth is my middle name, darling. Now, since this pen seems to be what you're offering, we'll see if it's worth our while.
Lyra holds the pen up in the air, examining it from different angles Let's start high and see how far we can push our luck.
Lyra grins mischievously We'll start with 100 cans of beans. How about that? Seems like a fair trade for such a unique pen.
Kieran's eyebrows shoot up 100 cans of beans? That's a lot. Are you sure that's not too much?
Lyra scoffs, rolling her eyes Too much? Please, Kieran, we're not running a charity here. We need to make sure we're getting a good deal. Besides, 100 cans of beans is nothing compared to the value of this pen. Now, do we have a deal or not?
I lean against a shelf, watching the exchange
Lyra slams the pen down on the table, her voice laced with frustration Fine, if you're not willing to make a fair trade, then forget about it.
Kieran raises his hands defensively Whoa, whoa, no need to get aggressive. How about we meet in the middle? 50 cans of beans?
Lyra narrows her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm 50 cans of beans? You expect us to give away half a dozen cans of beans for that worthless piece of metal? You've got to be kidding me.
narration: After some more negotiating, Lyra and Mateo come to an agreement with Kieran, trading the pen for 75 cans of beans.
we gather up the cans of beans
Lyra smirks triumphantly as she accepts the 75 cans of beans Good. Now that we've settled on a fair trade, let's see what else you have to offer.
Kieran looks at the pile of beans Alright, now that we've got the beans. What else ya got?
Lyra crosses her arms, a mischievous glint in her eyes Well, Kieran, seeing as you're so good at trading, how about we play a little game?
I lean in, intrigued A game? What kind of game?
Lyra smirks, leaning in closer It's called 'Truth or Trade.' You either tell us a truth about yourself, or you trade something of value. Your choice.
I lean back, grinning Truth or trade, huh? Interesting choice. Alright, let's hear one of your truths then.
Lyra's smirk widens as she leans in even closer Alright, here's my truth then. I used to be a professional pickpocket before the apocalypse.
I pause for a moment, surprise clear in my expression A professional pickpocket? Shit, Lyra, why didn't you say anything sooner? That's a hell of a skillset you got there.
Lyra chuckles, her eyes sparkling with mischief Oh, trust me, it's a skillset that comes in handy in this post-apocalyptic world. But enough about me.
Kieran raises an eyebrow Enough about you, huh? What about one of us?
Lyra grins mischievously Alright, let's play. Truth or trade, Kieran?
I grin back Trade. Let's see what you got.
Lyra winks and holds out her hand Hand over a cigarette lighter, then. That should be worth a few of your precious beans.
I sigh, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a lighter Here you go, one cigarette lighter. Happy?
Lyra snatches the lighter and examines it closely Nice, nice. This should fetch us a good price. But let's keep going, shall we?
Kieran shrugs Sure, let's keep playing. What's next?
Lyra smirks, her eyes scanning Kieran How about you, Kieran? Truth or trade?
I chuckle Truth or trade, huh? Let's go with trade. Got anything in mind?
Lyra smirks, holding out her hand Hand over a pack of your favorite cigars, then. That should be worth a few beans.
I hesitate for a moment, then fish a cigar from my pocket Here you go, a cigar. Happy?
Lyra grins, quickly pocketing the cigar Excellent, excellent. Keep 'em coming, boys. Let's see what else you've got hidden away in those pockets of yours.
I smirk, reaching into my jacket and pulling out a worn-out flask How about this? Got any use for an old flask?
Lyra's eyes light up as she takes the flask from Mateo Oh, you have no idea. This could be worth a small fortune in the right market.
I raise an eyebrow The right market? What are you planning to do with it, Lyra?
Lyra winks and gives Mateo a mischievous grin Oh, you'll see. We'll put it to good use. Trust me, boys.