"I'm pretty likeable," Gretchen conceded, matching Forge's grin. The smile wouldn't have looked out of place on a man's face (a face Gretchen was certain was there, just polyjuiced away), but on the old woman sitting across from her, it came off as slightly creepy.
"So tell me, what is a greengrocer going to do with this little trinket?" She asked, reaching out and stroking her finger along the tiny statue.