Pema was nearly above the meat stand.
"Let's descend here!" Pema told Salem.
"We got lamb! We got pork, fresh off the grill! Turkey! Frog legs! Meat lovers from all over, COME ON DOWN!!" The meat vendor cried out, pumping his right fist into the air and his left hand gripping a lamb drumstick.
His face was beet red, probably from screaming all day or from the sizzling hot grill that was mere inches from him... most likely both.
Pema dropped down from the sky, right in front of him, "Okay, mister, I came down like you asked!"
The vendor backed away, almost tripping over himself, "Wh-What the- Where did you come from?!" He stammered.
"From heaven, silly," She joked, "Five drumsticks, please!"
Salem nudged Pema, "Come on, really? How in the world are you supposed to hold five of them?!" He whispered to her.
She sighed reluctantly, "Fiiiiine. Two for each hand, then."
"..... Your digestive system is truly one of life's biggest mysteries," Salem spoke dryly.
The meat vendor stuck out his head forward, darting his eyes back and forth around Pema to see if she was, perhaps, with someone else, "Ummm... Are these all for you, little miss?"
"Mm-hm!" She nodded gleefully, "But, uh, make it four drumsticks, instead."
He tilted his head at this odd girl, but conceded with her request, regardless. Money is money, after all.
Pema heaved herself onto the table, her short little legs dangling rhythmically as she decided on which kind of meat to purchase, "Ummm, oohoh! I'll take that huge Mutton drumstick, right there! And I'll also have one lamb, that BIG juicy turkey leg and, and, annnnnd THAT ONE! That chicken leg! That's chicken, right? Probably. Chicken-like, at least! Okay, yes, the CHICKEN!!"
The vendor simply stared at her with his mouth agape, grease dripping helplessly from the spatula he was holding, "I... I think I need to process all that... One moment, miss..." He prepared her somewhat terrifying order as best as he could.
Meanwhile, Salem had no words. Same ol' Pema, he thought, though he could never completely get used to her behavior. Such as task requires paramount diligence... If only a being like that existed.
Soon afterwards, when her order was paid off, the vendor slowly handed Pema her food. Hesitating, in fear that she might bite him out of rabid excitement, "Th-Thank you. Please c-come... again?"
"You bet! THANK YOU, MISTER!" Pema grabbed the food and bowed, chowing down immediately.