[ What is with her meeting people who act like they've never been in an open air market before in their life? On the off chance the merchant isn't the sort to simply write that off as a slip of the tongue, Hilda doesn't let up on the innocent act. ] 

Super wrong. Especially when we have the means of paying for things. 

[ Okay that might have been said a little pointedly towards Ed. At least the merchant seems too distracted by the jars of wiggling fish in front of their face to be suspicious. ] 

Or maybe two jars of fish and some coin? They come as a package deal. 

[ Several coins are pulled from her little purse and held out towards them joining the shaking motion that Ed is doing with the jars. Seeing that they're probably unlikely to get the sale otherwise, the merchant gives them a roll of their eyes before motioning to hand them over. Triumphantly, she hands them over to Ed with a grin. ] 

See? People want your jars of fish. And now you have gloves to show for it.