"Not at all, ma'am. Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd., is always willing to
barter. _Umm!_ Is that roast chicken I smell?"
"I ain't tradin' you no roast chicken for no little knife!"
"Surely one small knife will not fill your needs?"
"Well, I could use some cinnamon sticks."
With the same magical ease, Jeff opened his pack and gracefully offered
a small parcel of cinnamon sticks.
"Cinnamon from Ceylon," he said, at the same time wondering if he did
not have cinnamon and tea confused. He went on, "The world's only pure
cinnamon, made available to Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd., through special
sources."
"My," she was impressed. "What else do you have?"
Jeff said, in the same tone that a department store manager would have
used, "What do you wish, ma'am?"