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Mart flushed slightly. The girl was laughing at him. What I get for going my own way. Coulda had some ham, but nooo, I had to get laughed at. "The name's Neoma and if the hungry fool would like a meal and does not mind sharing, I was about to go make one for myself."

Well, maybe it isn't THAT kind of laughing, at least she's offering me food. "I suppose I wouldn't mind, so long as you call me Mart." Quietly, and impassively, he wondered about the advisability of accepting food from someone who called him a fool. At least it would save him some coin. For a moment, he watched the gypsies haggle with shoppers, and perform dazzling tricks with knives. "Neoma. . .Thats not a name you hear often," he remarked, not wanting there to be an awkward silence.