The merchant was a wag who not only dealt in commodities they cultivated in their farms but also kept them warm and cheerful.
It was the kind of nice that the seller didn’t want to keep, that the merchant fondly purchased off him.
A fellow voyager asked him why he purchased it when he could take a pick from other sellers. He cast a glance at the seller who, now, had taken his glove off to tidy his place. On meeting the gaze the seller smiled at him and waved him goodbye. Merchant’s face crinkled into a smile and he waved back to the seller.
Then he turned to the voyager and replied that the seller was his pal who had a penchant for collecting nice merchandises and it was the kind of nice he didn’t want to keep.
Such a fatuous reply!