Luca couldn't hold in his laughter, even as Zhijiru was shouting.

"I... can't... oh gods I'm dying!" he spat out words between his hysterics. He really should have tried to sell the wagon, too, he realised, but the laughter pretty much killed all rational thought in his mind.

Luca took in a few deep breaths as he crouched at the stall, his hands hanging off the opposite edge of the counter. With a grin, and a wink, he paused for dramatic effect, before saying a single word.

"[i]Every— wait for it... thing.[/i]" Luca clicked his fingers at the end of his sentence.