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When the inhabitants starting popping up the merchants knew what it meant. Mrytle looked at Arlo their first customer, "Well hello, how may I help you? Anything you'd like to buy?"

"I sell food and he sells trinkets and stuff. Together we're the traveling merchants." chirped Melissa.

Arlo's eyes widened at the strange talk of the women. "B-buy?" Hobies didn't have a sense of trading unless it came to Mr. Fenwick telling him to give one of the merchants something and to receive some seed. The Hobie then wondered at why he'd need the stuff they spoke of. "I don't need food or trinkets.. I also don't need stuff.." Arlo grinned up at them revealing the clay teeth that were in his mouth. "I just went and got some seed at Trader's Point." The Hobie then wondered if they'd have any sweets. "Um.. Do you perhaps have some honey?" He tilts his head in wonder.

Mrytle raised an eyebrow, "Isn't honey food?"

Melissa didn't acknowledge what Mrytle said she just answered Arlo's question. "Dear respectful consumer, your looking at a merchant who's middle name is Honey and who's first name means bee. How much honey would you like and what are you willing to give to receive it?"

"All of it?" The Hobie looked up at the two merchants. "I would like all the honey in the world if I could have it..." His eyes lit up like fireworks at the thought of that much honey. His eyes then peer into theirs. "I mean what do you mean what will I do to get the honey? Erm.. I can take it outta your hand, I guess?" His lip twitched at the thought of delicious honey.

"So I guess that would be all the honey we have." says Melissa. She reaches into her pack and takes out several jars of honey. Mrytle looks at all the honey Arlo requested and tries to place a price. Melissa shows the honey to Arlo so he can see what he is buying.

"That'll be an arm and leg." jokes Mrytle.

"No Mrytle let him put a price on it first before we start bargaining." replied Melissa not caring whether it was a joke or not. When one travels and sells they can learn a lot, one thing they learned is that the value of an item can vary a lot from land to land as well as how they pay.

"Erm.." His eyes grew big. "I know! I'll give you valuable information!" The Hobie made grabby hands at the jars of honey. "If you give me the jars of honey, I will tell you a secret only the Hobies know."

Mrytle and Melissa huddle and whisper among themselves.

"I don't know about trusting knowledge. You have to be aware that when a consumer offers something like knowledge it could be anything from 'The Location of the Fountain of Youth' to 'Don't drink poison.'" says Mrytle.

"I know. I know, but it's just honey. Let's humor him and see what he says." responds Melissa. The two nod in agreement. Melissa calmly gives the honey to Arlo and together they wait for what Arlo says.

As the honey comes down, he'd toss it to his fellow Hobies. "I will now tell you the secret of the Hobies." The Hobie being as childish as Hobies were, puffed out his cheeks trying to contain his laugh. "They put plop in the fields!" Arlo would then explode with laughter as he told them that they put feces in the fields. "Thank you both for the honey, if you want to speak with farmer, Mr. Fenwick, he's that way." Arlo would point up to the homestead that seemed to look over the fields.

Mrytle turned to Melissa. "What's plop?"

"I think it's poop. I hear many farmers put it in the ground as fertilizer, I always thought it was a rumor but turns out it's true. Who knew the local would actually give us useful information." Melissa was also as a side job a rumor crusader. She didn't like being lied to or out of the circle so it sometimes amused her to find out whether a rumor was true.

"I should start selling the random poop I find lying around to farmers then." added Mrytle also finding the information somewhat useful.

Every time the merchants would say any word associated with feces, a high pitched cackle would come out of Arlo, his hands gripping his stomach as he fell to his knees. "Hahaha!" The Hobie continued to repeat the word that she stated. "Poop." The Hobie's grin grew wide as he stopped laughing finally and looked up to the merchants. "You two are funny!"

"Oh trust me, once you encounter real humor this will sound like a boring old casual conversation." Mrytle says to Arlo with sincerity. "Real humor is more then just saying a single word considered gross or disrespectful it is important that the words around it strengthen it like spices in a bowl of soup."

"Also not all humor requires a wacky word, some people are funny enough to tell a good joke without it." Melissa adds.

"Which is why you should buy this joke book." said Mrytle ending with an advertisement as usual, he was a merchant afterall. Melissa rolled her eyes at the last thing Mrytle said.

Arlo would grin to the two. "What's a book?" The small Hobie tilted its head to their words.

"A book is a bunch of paper sewn together that people read for all sorts of reasons." answers Melissa.

"What is reading?" The Hobie continued to question them like a child. "It doesn't sound fun." He grabs a bunch of honey from the container and puts it in his mouth. The Hobie would swallow and his eyes would close as he hummed happily, then his eyes would burst open and be dilated. "I love honey!" The Hobie would begin to stumble around in drunk state.

"Oh, reading itself may be boring but not when a funny book your reading like this joke book. I can read it outloud if you want me to." replied Mrytle following Arlo. Mrytle was simply in the mood to sell that one joke book. Meanwhile Melissa started showing some other hobies the food she had in her pack to keep her side of the business going.

The Hobies eyes wandered to the food observing closely. Arlo, however, fell on his bum from the drunken state and looked up at her. "I will listen to your jokes." His eyes looked like marbles rolling in his eye socket from the inebriated sensation of the honey.

Mrytle cleared his throat, "Okay, ready? Why did the chicken cross the road?" he asked reading from the book.

While this was happening Melissa was attempting to trade with the interested hobie.

"Because, the farmer didn't keep it in the coop?" Argo responded not knowing what was funny. The other Hobies looked through and saw gross foods and screamed in s high pitch tones in disgust.

"To get to the other side..." said Mrytle. After the puase Mrytle added a fake laugh hoping that if Arlo thought about it hard enough he could sort of see a sliver of humor in the stale joke.

Melissa giggled at their disgust, "Not everyone in this world eats the same food as you do. Many other places and other races have different diets. Tell me what food do you prefer?" asks Melissa. As she says this she pulls out foods most common in the general area the feilds are in and puts away foods from distant lands.

Arlo's face fell to a straight face for probably the first time since they met. "Why would a chicken want to get to the other side?" Arlo then sucks some more honey off his earthly fingers. The Hobies looked at the foods that she brought out and they all continued to groan and complain in disgust. "That is the product of our work and it looks like you didn't get it from Hobies, because I see mankind all over it!" One of the Hobies shouted out and they'd suddenly notice that some of the Hobies were beginning to giggle almost as if they were evil or up to something.