Say 'hi' to Mrs Buttons!

I have a puppet. A sweet little jester-girl handpuppet with a red hat and buttons for eyes. I call her 'Buttons' and I made her myself - I'm very proud of that. The only problem is that she won't shut up. Not only is that one of the most talkative hand puppets I've ever met, she's really nasty to me most of the time too. Quite a chip on her shoulder she has, that puppet.
... But heck, I like her anyway (just don't tell her), and people tend to do too. Met a sweet gal in the square today. Didn't get much time to talk to her, but she liked Buttons (again, don't tell her, she'll be completely impossible!) and dropped a coin on my foot - which Buttons then promptly tried to steal - before she rushed off.

Lots of reconstruction employment going around - a whopping ten silvers a day too. If I was strong enough to carry more than my own hat that would sound like a fun deal. But surely the workers should need some good fashioned entertainin' though when they lug around in their bodily odours ...?
... Oh, hush Buttons. I don't smell!