"Y'know. You could get 'way with chargin' for hugs in a place like this."

That's not really the reason Ladon has stopped to say hello to the woman sitting on the street corner, though. There's something he can't quite put his finger on here, something that's making his stomach knot at the smell of that coffee. It's a fuzzy memory, something that doesn't feel like it entirely belongs. And he's just curious enough to see if he can figure it out by talking to her.

"Might make yourself some real dough that way."