(Just a friendly heads up, it's spelled "grateful", not great full.)
Pema was outside, sitting besides the airship with her legs crossed. Resting on her lap were 5 peaches that were freshly preserved in the market. She grabbed one and proceeded to take large bites.
"So yeah, I think it would be "bunch", right? Like, "I have a bunch of fruit, right now!" Or maybe I should just say "I got myself a bounty of fruit!" Hmm, no, that can't be it..." She crossed her arms.
Salem sighed. "Like I stated yesterday, "a lot of fruit" is serviceable enough."
"Yeah, but it's kinda boring though... how about bushels? That's a thing, right?" Pema took another bite.
"Well, bushels can, indeed, be used to measure a large amount fruit or other dry commodities. That being said, it's not really a word people toss around much." He replied.
"Aha! Then we'll be the 1%" She proclaimed proudly.
"Wrong context, Pema."
She kicked out her legs and reclined on the exterior of the airship. With her hands folded beneath her head, she smiled warmly. "I can't wait to see what kinds of exotic food the next town will have! We'll get 'em by the bushels!"
"Why... Why was this even a conversation just now..." Salem grumbled.
Just then, Pema noticed something at the corner of her eye. Adjusting herself upright, she turned her head to the left and saw a young boy leering in her direction. His shirt seemed a bit muddy and his shoes were torn. His body was half hidden behind the wooden crate that was stationed in front of the shop.
"Hey... didn't I see that same boy hanging around the Inn, a few days ago? I was eating outside the building, and he was standing on the opposite end of me." Pema exclaimed.
"Huh, I think you're right." He agreed. "That is a little odd, though granted, this is a fairly small town. You're bound to run into familiar faces."
She got up and walked towards the shop. "I think he might be hungry. That's why he's looking over here."
The boy noticed her and darted his eyes around, slowly retreating backwards.
"Wait, don't leave!" Pema hollered and handed him a peach. "This is what you wanted, right? Have you tried them before? They're some of the best fruit I've had -- super refreshing!!"
"Uh- Um..." He looked at the peach, then back at Pema. Without a word, he backed away hesitantly and ran off.
Pema blinked. "Oh, I guess he wasn't hungry?"
"What a strange kid..." Salem spoke.