"Oh, dear.." Jacques gazed at Coco's haul in awe.
"Oh, dear indeed." Renaldo agreed, his eyes wide in surprise and disbelief, but there was a hint of excitement behind those black irises of his.
In front of them was their dearest friend, taking several mangled monster meats from the basket in front of her and placing them on top of the dead flying pig by the table— clean and intact.
The state of the dead flying pig was the complete opposite of the monster meats inside the basket.
"I don't know if you'll be able to sell these, but try to do so, okay? You can throw them away if you think the meat is soiled. You're the butcher so I'm sure you know the state of the meat best." Coco said, throwing the last mangled piece among the pile.
Renaldo could only nod his head with fervor, eager to start working on the meat she bought and tend to them.
