[center]Weston waited until after the girl to close her stall before creeping up again. [b]"Ah, I knew it!" [/b] He said in a loud, accusatory tone, [b]"You have some sort of . . magic soil or something!"[/b] He pointed at her, calling out dumbly before lowering his arm with a sneaky smile.

[b]"You were too crowded before I was able to thank you, so . . thanks for the apple."[/b][/center]