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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I understand the impulse even if I think it makes shit business sense," she said, rather fond of fucking with people herself at times. She shrugged in acknowledgement of the woman's point. At least she wasn't saying any of the tired phrases Gwenog had heard far too often from everyone from her Dad to journalists and random members of the public.

She glanced between the woman and the jar and shrugged. "Sure, that'd be great," she said. "I need a couple of generous handfuls, maybe three depending on the size of your hands. I'm out so a little extra won't hurt. I have a bag," she said, fishing in one of her pockets and producing a paper bag she'd picked up earlier in her hunt. She set down the jar for a second, then opened out both it and the bag before moving back to the young woman, holding out he open jar and bag so she could portion out Gwenog's nettles with one hand and put them in the bag.