Mia knew Connor. He didn't like things. Well, more importantly he didn't really like the collecting of things. He'd lived his life by a code that was very anti-materialism. She smiled, seeing right through him. "You've stopped to look at it each time we've passed by." She pointed out with a grin.
She wouldn't pressure him into something he didn't want to do. She put up a hand. "And before you say no again, just think about it. We've come into this country as tourists, a country with a rather high poverty level... So think of it this way. This is a man trying to make a living for himself and his family. He works hard, and is talented at it, so buy his goods." She grinned. "No rule states that you even have to keep it."