[ He looks around the little bake sale as if he's in the middle of New York City on Wall Street before frowning at her pointedly. ]

Market's a bitch, man. Nothing I can do about it.

[ But the frown is melting into a smile soon enough, a smile that would be sly if it could stop being super pleased long enough, anyway. ]

As for me... I'm kinda choosy. But for you, I think we can work something out. You seem like good people.