Watches Lola scramble away and chuckles. "Kids. Excitable bunch!" He frowns when he's informed that the apples are sold by the basket, but the pound. He growls and crosses his arms. "Right, so what? It's 35? That won't do at all! Call it ten and ya got a deal!" He smiles, as if his offer were very magnanimous indeed. He still turns to scent the air, wondering what could have spooked the girl. "Monkling's probably right, pup! Nothin' worth tha danger ever comes out this way!"