"Boss, do you sell poison dart frogs here?" The first customer was a woman who did not look very old, though it was hard to say whether she had simply taken good care of herself. Still, Heath thought she probably was not very old. Her eyes looked lively and full of energy, rather than dull and listless. After all, good care could keep the skin looking younger, but not the eyes. The eyes were the windows to the soul, and one could often spot many unusual things through them. The woman before him did not look like someone advanced in years. Her words also delighted Heath. If he could finish this task right now, that would be quite nice.
"Yes. Would you like one? We only have two poison dart frogs at the moment." Heath hurriedly asked. Two poison dart frogs did not sound like much, but in his experience, one was basically enough to fill a grown man up; there would be no question of it being insufficient. This lady also looked as though she would be eating alone, so if she wanted some, ordering one would do.
However, she did not answer Heath's question right away. Instead, she asked whether she could take a look. Heath had no objection and brought out the two poison dart frogs he had redeemed earlier. He had put them in an iron cage, which was necessary because these poison dart frogs were particularly good at hopping about. If they hopped away, catching them would be a hassle, since their skin was very slippery and they secreted venom, making them even trickier to handle.
After looking over the poison dart frogs before her, the woman quickly made her decision.
"Are you sure you want both?" Heath was a little surprised. Although he had