I'll pack my memories and go, so you'll have room to make your own
Hearing about Mr. Langdon's tulips just made Jack look at her suspiciously. Even after all these years, Yasmina still continued to wreak havoc upon many of the villagers here at Tilbur. He was starting to believe there was even a club made just to hunt her down, so it wasn't unusual for people to come looking for her. But as obnoxious as Jack found the neko girl, he never ratted her out whenever someone did ask him about her whereabouts. He was no snitch, after all.
Whipping his head away from her pats, Jack continued to frown irritably as she held him in place by his shoulders, staring at him with unusual solemnity. The rest of the Wildes listened in on her confession with their ears perked and breath held, only for her to say something about... candy?"Seriously, you...!"
Jack swatted her hands away from his shoulders before turning back to his drawstring bag on the counter, stuffing other small items into it, "Just cuz' Ma and Pa give you candies all the time doesn't mean you can start expectin' that sort of stuff. Besides, we don't have any—"
"Well if it ain't little miss Yas!" intruded a deep, aging voice from another door, accompanied by a more feminine but equally gaining one. It was none other than Mr. and Mrs. Wilde who were hauling small crates and trays full of fruits, vegetables, and other items on their way in.
"Oh, hello dear! C'mere, c'mere!" Mrs. Wilde set the trays of bread down and hurried over to Yasmina, handing her a small sack full of slimeball lollies and candied meladeer jerky. "We have more candies than we know what to do with these days! You give some of that to your Pa now—oh! And some veggies too!"
All of the Wildes knowing how much candy they truly possessed, the brothers slowly turned and gave Jack an icy stare. Jack only flinched a little and continued to tie up his bag, fling it over his shoulder, and begin heading for the door.
"Uh-uh! Where ya' think 'ur goin', boy?!" Mr. Wilde shouted in that country twang, stomping over to Jack who irritably turned back from the doorway. It wasn't like their dialect was common here in the village, but apparently, that sort of thing was hard to lose even if your family had long since moved from the countryside. "You help carry these vegetables back to her Pa's, y'hear?""Make one of them do it! "
Jack turned his back to the crate his father was holding, defiantly ignoring it, "I've got to get going soon, remember?"
And so the bickering started. While it was true that one of the boys could easily haul that crate over to Yasmina's home, maybe Mr. Wilde just had an eye for Jack since he was the one beginning to leave. Between the chatter, Julia hurried over to Yasmina and tugged on her hand, looking up at her eagerly.
" she beckoned her attention in a hushed voice, "Jacky's going to Riverforte!
But it's s'posed to be a secret, so you can't tell everyone!"