Chéri tilted their head with the same, interrogating glare and promptly asked “And?” Then shook their head “What sort of markets do you have here? I have seen hens and cows sold in public squares, but womanly people? Not really. I can’t lay eggs and I don’t have much meat to be made off of my bones, what would they need me for?” Chéri did not seemed intentioned to just give up.

Chéri looked up and made another adorable smile. “So what? Are you going to arrest me? Will you take my seashells because they are suspicious?”