Stelle glanced at the bead in Sampo's hand and scoffed disdainfully.
"You're a grown man, and you're still playing with marbles."
As she spoke, she picked up the Snow Globe and said:
"This thing's pretty nice. I remember Bronya has one too, locked in a cabinet, and she won't even let me touch it. Hmph, I'll buy one myself. Hers is broken, while mine can sing!"
A strange competitive streak had emerged.
March 7th, meanwhile, was choosing souvenirs for her companions in the Astral Express Crew.
A brass manual coffee grinder for Himeko.
A beautifully crafted illustrated book for Uncle Yang!
And a bronze mask for Teacher Dan Heng!
Hmm, this suede hat could go to Pom-Pom.
March 7th soon finished choosing.
"March, what about yours?" Stelle glanced over and asked in confusion. "Why aren't you picking something for yourself?"
Sampo seized his chance to chime in:
"I think this marble's pretty nice."
"Shoo, shoo!" Stelle waved him off. "What's the point of buying a marble? If the people of Belobog found out, they'd think we were clueless little kids."
March 7th looked at Stelle and said hesitantly:
"I think it's pretty nice too."
Hearing that, Sampo immediately agreed:
"Now here's a lady with a good eye! There might be plenty of things on this stall, but this is the only one that looks old to me. Who knows? It might even be some precious jewel."
"A jewel? Doesn't that mean it's worth a lot of money?" Stelle took it and weighed it in her hand, then wiped it on her clothes and held it up to the sunlight, studying it for a long while.
"I don't think this is an ordinary glass bead," Stelle said seriously. "It's a red glass bead!"
Sampo: "..."
Stelle then turned to the Bald