begins to play a random latin song on his guitar, a sign reading "will play for tomatoes" hung around his neck.

holding a packet of Spanish Tomatoes. 'I want you to play Auld Lang Syne'

's eyes flicker from the man to the tomatoes. "That holiday one you people up north sing~?" he asks, thinking it knows it.

nods, swinging the bag of tomatoes, 'Aye that one. The one Rabbie Burns recorded'

doesn't really want to sing for this jerk, but the tomatoes look so delicious~! "And... I get ALL of those tomatoes, si?" he makes sure.

hums, looking at the bag. He has six and decides, 'Two per song.'

sulks mentally, that cheap torturous bastard. But he gives up and starts to play the tune and starts to sing_

"Should a-auld acquaintance be f-forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld l-lang syne..?" unsure of_

a few of those odd sounding Scottish words.

can't help but laugh slightly, deciding to give him all six once he finishes his song. He's trying his hardest afterall.

hugs the bag of tomatoes happily, completely oblivious to the laugh. "Muchas gracias~!"

grins, finding the spainard's cheeriness contagious. 'No problem. Hope you have a successful day.' he says, before moving to leave.

nibbles into a the tomato, secretly thinking that this guy didn't seem as bad as his jerk of a brother.

* not a, just the

walks down the street some more playing Edelweiss, waiting for more requests.