[ Gonna be for the best that she drops it; Ed's not really sure how much he wants to share about his lovesick heart. A lot of strange shit's happened to him in the past few months, and getting kicked clear into another realm or whatever's been the cherry on top, so— ]

Right. That's exactly right. [ Good save, Hilda. ] Gotta keep the...bandits out, you know. Because stealing people's stuff is wrong.

[ He's never stolen a thing in his life, Mister Demon Merchant, don't look at him like that. He's not gonna make off with your goddamn gloves, which are actually very nice and supple. He peeks at the gloves she shows him. The scarf's nice and cozy, but Ed's not about to go full pink in his wardrobe any time soon. Gotta have a balance. 'Sides, pink's obviously Hilda's thing. Wouldn't want to infringe on her aesthetic.

Poking around the glove bin, he pulls out a similar pair. ] These might do. How much are they going for? Two fish jars' worth?

[ He shakes the fish jar enticingly. The merchant does not seem taken in by the fish. ]