He nodded after a moment, smiling when she said she had both the parts. He put the slate and stone away, as well as the potatoes, then slipped his arms through the straps of his bag and stood.
Shade sounded like a welcome relief, even if he would have preferred the dark of his sleeping cavern. Walking back into the main trading area it got noisier, but the tent they settled under was empty except for them, at least for now. He glanced around as he dropped onto his haunches, sliding his pack off his back and to the sand.
He dug around in his pack and last and pulled out a list. It was written on paper, of all things, but no paper that Rey might have ever seen, scavenged from some ship: it was thick enough that it almost didn't bend.
The piece of paper was covered in strange letters - it certainly wasn't Common. He glanced from her to his list then back down again, before pulling out another writing instrument - a pen. He made two careful marks on the list, then pulled out the carrots and potatoes again, offering her half a dozen of the carrots and two potatoes for the two parts.
He needed an assortment of things, parts being just one of them, and he couldn't trade away all of his crops to this scavenger girl - he needed shadecloth, and seeds, and a new water basin - the ground filtered his water for him, so that was fine, the deep pool in his cavern system filling yearly from the runoff more than enough to water his plants and himself for a whole year. Still, he didn't bathe in the pool, and his basin had cracked a while ago, so he'd been having to make due.
rather unbelieveably, they keep him sane.
Shade sounded like a welcome relief, even if he would have preferred the dark of his sleeping cavern. Walking back into the main trading area it got noisier, but the tent they settled under was empty except for them, at least for now. He glanced around as he dropped onto his haunches, sliding his pack off his back and to the sand.
He dug around in his pack and last and pulled out a list. It was written on paper, of all things, but no paper that Rey might have ever seen, scavenged from some ship: it was thick enough that it almost didn't bend.
The piece of paper was covered in strange letters - it certainly wasn't Common. He glanced from her to his list then back down again, before pulling out another writing instrument - a pen. He made two careful marks on the list, then pulled out the carrots and potatoes again, offering her half a dozen of the carrots and two potatoes for the two parts.
He needed an assortment of things, parts being just one of them, and he couldn't trade away all of his crops to this scavenger girl - he needed shadecloth, and seeds, and a new water basin - the ground filtered his water for him, so that was fine, the deep pool in his cavern system filling yearly from the runoff more than enough to water his plants and himself for a whole year. Still, he didn't bathe in the pool, and his basin had cracked a while ago, so he'd been having to make due.