GRANDMA HUA???
You're out picking flowers and Grandma casually drops that she used to be part of that incredibly cursed cult village your most incessant stalker drew a whole entire picture book about and uses as a light moral bedtime story.
THIS LADY RIGHT HERE. Conversation under the cut.
Grandma Hua: Better than the past when you had to trade something just to get a bite to eat...
Rover: Exchange?
Grandma Hua: Hmm...When I was younger, in another village, they had the habit of exchange.
Grandma Hua: Exchange...What exactly are we exchanging...?
Grandma Hua: I can't remember...Every time I think of the word "exchange", I get the heebie-jeebies...
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