Sawtooth Spire call our waitress “honey” then they tip with ones

She was followed by the older woman, as she hoped and expected. Perhaps she had a better eye for good rocks. Ah, nonsense! Marble was the better judge of the two, but she’d appreciate a second opinion.

The woman seemed perplexed. It was written all over her face. Marble assumed she’d know what they were doing immediately, but she didn’t mind explaining.

Marble placed a paw on a pebble, then flicked it away with a grunt. Not good enough. She turned to the woman to check for understanding. Maybe it would’ve been easier if she brought one of the rocks from her collection. They were a point of reference for what she was looking for.