[ this is....a lot of stuff lance is wrapping his head around, stuff he clearly didn't take into account when he should have, and he lets out a hefty sigh. ]

Okay, okay. Fair. Different economy, different prices and resources, I got it.

[ now he feels bad for yelling, and he runs a hand through his hair. he turns to the shopkeeper, clears his throat: ]

Alright, sorry for making a fuss about this. Let's just pretend it neeeever happened, cool? Cool.

[ and then he's going start stepping to the side. awkwardly. moving towards the next stall. he looks over at azura, almost expecting her to give him a judgmental stare... (he'd deserve it.) ]