"Oh, a home in a tree." Her full lips press together for a moment as she considers how to voice her opinion. "Living in a tree during the summer time is actually a nice idea. The breezes are lovely... but they kinda -- aren't good during the winter." And if a tree fell, there's more of chance of you dying in it's arms than getting crushed.
"I'd think a trade a day before Christmas might be wise for next year," There's a quirked glance at the older man, hands absently went through through her baskets. And she would be so hurt Lot, for your lack of faith in Oregon salmon. "Then fish is fresh as can be. It's not like we need it, it's more of a ... luxury good. Maybe that might appease her."
Vesper's hand found the jar and her thumb slid over the cool glass as she bit back something along the lines of 'I'll take care to where I'm bathing' -- because it wasn't right. Instead she glanced over shyly with a half smile, "Are you claiming you're omnipotent?"