Jackson smiled as her cheeks colored. It reminded him of a turkey he once knew. Turkeys had all their emotions present just on the skin of their faces. Normally Butterscotch wasn't so readable though.
Butterscotch smiled and stared off into the distance the snow topped mountains gave her a feeling of peace
They were standing conspicuously on the street. "Nice stalls, aren't they?" Jackson gestured at a hen selling crab apples and yams the size of him.
She laughed “what a way to change the subject but yes they are lovely”
Butterscotch laughed again,
“That’s fine” Butterscotch reaches into the pocket of her dress pulling from it a few silver pieces “here we are”
"Oh. You don't have to, I ate recently," Jackson lied. Yesterday, that was. But he was going to see if he could get something from the docks. Usually the fishermen offered jobs.
