Link snorted, waving the formality away as he stepped in. "Tokk, my friend, I am just as common as you are," he said, setting the shopping bag of food next to the counter. "There's no need to do any sort of bowing to me, not even that much." He looked at the table, then at the counter. "I see one done, one almost done. How much wheat and sugar cane did that leave you?"