Daphne laughed awkwardly while shooting daggers with her eyes. "Thank you for reminding me, darling." She stressed the last word, basically spitting it out like it was a mouthful of venom.
Reaching up, she snatched the pouch from Atticus's hands. He simply let her, spreading his fingers casually the second she had a firm grip on the coin bag, grinning.
"Aren't you pretending to be a peasant?" Daphne hissed in his ear as she fished for coins in the pouch. "Stop flaunting your purse!"
"If we were real peasants, we'd be working here instead," Atticus retorted cheerfully.
The man's face grew darker as he overheard the comment.
"Mister," Atticus said cheerfully, "don't yell at my wife. She was just excited to try out your new recipes."
There was a note of warning in his voice. His gaze darkened.
"Come to think of it, didn't this amount of food only cost 35 coppers last year? What happened?"
