Omie Wise has her stand in one of the daylight quarter marketplaces. It's not a huge place, but it works, and it's got some business. She keeps the place open from before the morning klaxon, until after the evening bell. There are a few makeshift tables and chairs, mostly made out of stumps, rocks, and some plastic foraged from the ruins deeper in and brought out the daylight quarter. A couple regulars, Preen, Norvell, are sitting there, chewing at her wares. Preen's got a big yellow fruit, bigger than his fist, and he's digging his fingers beneath its skin and scooping out handfuls of a thick black flesh, and slopping them into his mouth. Norvell's got these tube-shaped fruits, hard looking things, brown in color. He cracks them in half, and dumps the juice inside down his throat, then darts his tongue into each half to lap at whatever's left.
Omie Wise has a few sample fruits up on the counter she's standing behind, some like the ones Preen and Norvell are consuming. There's a sign above her, and everybody sort of assumes it says "Omie Wise's Place," although it could say anything; it's written in some old language from Before, so nobody's quite sure what it actually says. It looks nice, though, and it's distinctive, all jagged edges and lines.
She sees you coming up to her, and she pulls her green, leaf-woven shawl slightly away from her head, and smiles a wrinkly, gap-toothed smile at you. "Nickel, girl! I sent some business your way, I did, I did! Got some money to spend, do you? I've got some things for you to spend it on, I do, I do!"
Omie Wise probably always tries to get you to spend money at her stand. She'll give you fruit whether you do or not, but she always appreciates the jingle. Do you often spend money there?
Kray, you've been stopping at a few of Nickel's known haunts. Omie Wise's stand is on the list, and you're coming into view when you see Nickel trudge up. You're still a good twenty, thirty feet away, and neither Omie Wise nor Nickel has noticed you, but you're in earshot.