"The old woman just entrusted her stall to you?" Yujin asked, slightly suspicious.
Zeno nodded. "Yeah, I asked her a favor, and she agreed."
Shelly was still a little bit skeptical. "You didn't threaten her, did you? She went away so quickly when we arrived."
Zeno sighed and sat on the small chair, placing on the gloves the old woman left on the small table next to her fish assortment. The basins were filled to the brim, contrary to her competitors. On the table was a suspicious notepad that Young merely looked at but didn't bother asking about.
"Is it really alright?" Young asked once more.
"Yes," Zeno answered. "Her son, who usually runs the stall, had a general health check-up. She didn't want to close their stall for the day, so she took up the role despite her old age. She said it wouldn't hurt having someone help."
"She's been here since early in the morning, so I directed her to rest in the shade to rest."
