Well, in the end, that's what matters I think. You have to do what's good for you. And if that means you getting all aggressive with your fists I'm okay with it.

Although, be sure to let me see your first match if you ever decide to go against someone, all right? I can't not watch that.

[With that he smirked a bit. He was not really much for using violence to achieve any means, but if it was what Miles needed to overcome this, he simply could not deny the will of his best friend.

And so he continued to walk up to the stall, doing his best to put on his friendly face as he waved to the woman who seemed to be setting up her wares.]

Hi there! We were just close behind and I couldn't help but notice you guys have quite a bit of supplies stored! Unfortunately, the wood we collected is still damp from the weird weather we've been having and I was wondering if there were any possible way you would be willing to lend us a log or two?

[He seemed to have a bit of a swagger in his step as he walked up, smirking confidently as he leaned onto the counter.

The woman though simply stared at him blankly. An emotionless expression overcoming her as her gaze first went from Phoenix, to Miles, and back to Phoenix again.]

... Oh? What's in it for me?