Emilia couldn't help but pout as she heard the price. She knew it wasn't an unreasonable thing to ask, and this man wasn't trying to con her out of what little money she had. Yet her pink bottom lip stuck out as she placed the mouse onto her hand and held it out for the merchant to take back. Perhaps it would still be here in a few days... or weeks, depending on whether or not she could save up enough money to afford a thing like that.<br/><br/><span style="color: teal"><b>"It's a really nice piece of work mister. A girl would be lucky to be able to afford something like this..."</b></span><br/><br/>And yet, as she stood there holding the creation out to him, she couldn't help but pull her hand back to look at the mouse again, turning it over in her gloved hand. Just at that moment, it let out the most adorable mechanical squeak she had ever heard. Perhaps it was a squeak like any other, but at that time, at that moment, it was too much for her. She pressed her lips together to prevent them from trembling. Her thoughts raced through her mind. Was this really worth it? With what little money she had left, she would most likely have to pass up on tonight's meal and sleep somewhere outside for the night. Maybe it would still be there when she had more money.. Maybe it wouldn't. She couldn't help but feel a tiny sting of sadness inside her at the thought of letting this finely-crafted toy go.<br/><br/><span style="color: teal"><b>"Can I..."</b></span><br/><br/>No, that wasn't it.<br/><br/><span style="color: teal"><b>"Do you... Do you think it will still be here for long?"</b></span><br/><br/>That wasn't it either. She felt torn inside. Damned be that little mouse and its cuteness! It was Emilia's biggest weak spot. Cute things. Prepared to say farewell to the little mouse, she held it out towards the merchant again, clearly hesitating if she really wanted to part with it or not.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>