Mona doesn't believe the rumors behind the Goodman's Friedly Market, so she decides to hold a bet with her friend.  If she can steal a blueberry pie and nothing happens, she wins.  (This story is currently in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on Sept 15th)

Greg’s eyes lit up. “A wager?”

             Mona walked over to him. “Yes, a wager. You are not scared, are you?”

             Greg laughed. “No, of course not. Why would I be? I have money to burn and, more importantly, money to earn.”

             “Right. . .” She grabbed a nearby pad of paper. “So, how does putting down twenty dollars sound?” She picked up a pen.

             Greg shook his head. “Nope. Let’s do fifty.”

             “Fifty bucks?”

             “Yes. Unless you don’t think you can win the bet.”

             Mona narrowed her eyes. “Fifty bucks it is.” She wrote it down on the paper. “To the victor shall go the others fifty dollars and acknowledgment that they were wrong.”

             Greg smiled. “Sounds good by me.”

             Mona set the pad onto the table. “Well then. I guess I shall head off to Goodman’s.” She turned around. “See you in an hour or so.”

             “Since you are going shoplifting, swipe me a blueberry pie.”

             She turned her head. “Huh?”

             “All of this talk about blueberries has put me in the mood for some myself. So, while you are out there trying to prove there isn’t a curse, swipe me some, will you please.” He laughed. “And maybe some herbal tea.”

             “This isn’t me going out to get fast food. This is serious.”

             “Oh right.” His expression turned grim. “Serious. Get me a serious blueberry pie, Mona. For the bet.”

             She rolled her eyes and turned around. “What a nutcase.” She grabbed her grey jacket and walked out the door.