...Goodness. Folk usually paid good money to be talked to like that. And here she gets it for free. Her nameday isn't for months.

"Not without you, Mr. Bossy Boots!" She, in kind, would have to apologize later for scooping him up like- let's be frank- he weighed nothing, and depositing him in the cart.

She grit her teeth and gave the cart a good shove before she vaulted in. It was DEFINITELY time to go!