The old man had informed her of the prices of the other things he sells as she watched him place the gold coin in his robe's pocket, hiding it from a few people walking by.
Coco hummed, nodding her head as she placed her chin between her curled thumb and index finger, "I'll have twelve different teas and five soaps with different scents— that is, if you have scented soaps, then the rest will be essential oil."
Coco murmured under her breath, the cog wheels in her head working as she calculated the sum of everything.
"So, the seeds I brought will be four hundred silver coins, the tea will be three hundred silver coins, the soap will be a hundred silver coins, and the essential oil will be two hundred.. An equivalent of a gold coin." Coco mumbled, words were incoherent, but the old man somehow understood.
"You could start your business with that quick thinking of yours, child." The old man commented, a small smile on his face.
