"Of course. Still plenty of time before I close up shop, usually a bit before the afternoon bell. Even if you don't feel like cooking, I also sell some salted fish and preserved fruits, great for long trips. Ah, and I suppose if you're really interested, you could always try to catch some fish down by the beach. Bring whatever you catch back to me and I'll smoke and salt em for ya, so long as you let me keep a few for myself."

If there was nothing else she wanted to do with Yerro, he would return to manning his spot behind the counter. His shop was decently stocked now that she had some time to look it over. Unlike what she might've experienced in her world, many of these vegetables felt somewhat warm and soft, since they weren't refrigerated or kept moist. Still they looked edible enough, similar to what you might expect at a farmer's market. There was a section where Yerro's salted fish was kept, from mackerel to trout, as well as clay jars with fruit preserves. There was even some fruit wine for sale.

If she was done shopping, there was still plenty of places to go. The church was still available and up the hill. Yerro more or less gave her a sidequest to go fishing if she wanted to get some free smoked fish. And of course she had these books she could spend time reading as well. Just a quick glance would let her know that whoever wrote these books has a much better grasp of english than what she had seen on those notice boards, though a few questionable grammatical and spelling choices here and there would remind her that this world's english is not entirely like her own.