Don't own FF12. This disclaimer applies to ALL FUTURE CHAPTERS (because I'm lazy).

"These are on the list… as well as those."

"I suppose you should pick them out, then," she sighed. He grasped the articles and placed them into the basket, paying a few coins and continuing on to the next vendor in the bazaar. Spotting a particularly appealing item, his arm flew forward to pick it up.

"We do not need those." She frowned.

"Ah, but Fran, I want them." She stared at him with a slight tint of disapproval in her eyes.

"Now Fran, don't look at me like that. These are the finest candied apples in all of Rabanastre." Her expression remained unchanged. "Tell you what, to make it up to you, I'll let you pick out something that you want. How about some carrots?"

She met his jest with a deathly glare.