"Excuse me, how much is this doll?"
I turned around and looked around, needing a moment before I looked down over my stall to see the young girl with a doll I didn't recognise from my stock.
"I'll need to see it, Miss."
She politely handed it over and quickly looked it over. I couldn't find a price label on it anywhere.
"Umm... Five dollars."
"Oh I can't afford that, sorry."
She walked away.
Now, I would argue that doesn't constitute a legal transfer of property, but the ghosts inside it clearly don't actually care about legal definitions of words.
