I just traded my neighbour a jar of raw honey for his parakeet’s corpse.
It is also worth noting that the only reason I have so much raw honey is because I made a dress for a beekeeper’s daughter.
And that I need the parakeet bones to make a necklace for the woman who fixed my antique cello.
And that I got the cello as payment for juggling at a child’s birthday party.
When did my life get this weird?
This is maybe the best thing that has ever been posted in my favorite tag (#the barter system).
I am so proud of you, barterer. You are truly a master of the barter system. This is a beautiful thing. I hope you keep bartering for a long time.
you are in the middle of a string of side quests