It doesn’t matter, the lesson is to be learned in the illusion, and Miss Matchstick is nowhere to be seen, and even if she was, she had no intent on listening to him.
Sarah walks up at this moment. She strides past the others and looks down at Derek putting a hand on his shoulder as she does so, “Alright bud,” she took a deep breath, “Send your friend “Monte” back into his box, he just said you could and that he had to listen, so force him back into his little item and let’s talk without him chatting it up ok?” she smiled, “It’s alright.”
Pernille smiled at him, “Well yes actually, I do sell them, three pence. I haven’t been asked that question in a very long time,” she shook her head laughing quietly, “Well, I suppose it’s been since…huh, I guess it has been that long,” she spoke, mostly to herself.
Sarah tapped the notebook, as if in acknowledgement.