Good peppers - good business?
Farmer Pepper Gabriel Chappuis smiled and patiently waited as his eccentric guest-friend finished her actions. He even enjoyed this mini live theater, a bit of fun in life never hurt anyone. When she said her name, Gabriel nodded gently. He looked with amazement at the magic that must be enchanted in her clothing, or perhaps within her.
He accepted four nuts named "Golden Chimenut" and looked at them intrigued, but he would examine them more closely later. He tucked them into his pocket.
-Thank you, Vile. And now, please follow me. You'll try some processed pepper at my home. I happened to make some this morning for the afternoon tea.-
Gabriel's house was old and rustic, but it had a true farmhouse soul. Worn-out furniture, doors, floor, and lights that no longer shone as brightly, casting a slightly yellowish hue. But there was a television in the living room, not a plasma one, but a fairly sizable one. An old radio played songs with that distinct touch of vintage equipment, sometimes faintly, yet with an inexplicable nostalgia.
Gabriel Chappuis brought two bowls with him. In one bowl, there was paprika paste, and in the other, chips, the simplest kind, though they had a beautiful color.
-I made this paprika paste myself and the chips too. In the countryside, you do almost everything yourself, as it's simpler and tastier. The nearest store is about half an hour away, so... I wouldn't spend an hour just for a bag of chips, would I? Enjoy. I'll bring some cold tea in a moment.-
He went to the kitchen for cold tea.
