It's not a trade, I'm robbing you

Tyrian feigned- or maybe meant cluelessness. Sparrow had half the mind to heckle him and brawl right here for the fun of it. Instead, as he suggested the pesky dandelions growing in front of the barn, Sparrow gasped. "What did you do with my weed stash?" she said with horror. "What about my den?" She let the surprise smolder on her face for a while before shrugging, "Ah well, I'm sure our dru- healer could whip something up with those barn dandelions you mentioned." At least he didn't own the orchard, then she'd really have to be raiding him for supplies. "Ah- but I don't plan on telling you when or anything. Surprise and good looks are my only advantage."