Picasso Church, located in the bustling district of Feblesh, was one of the country's famous landmarks.
It covered a vast area and attracted a large daily crowd.
Many small vendors did business there.
As Lance appeared with Deanna and her two children, many people were drawn to their striking appearance.
None of the four paid any attention to the stares and began to browse the stalls on the outskirts.
There were stalls selling handmade jewelry, souvenirs, clothes, and more.
The two children found everything fascinating.
Deanna was also attracted by some culturally rich items.
"Mommy, look at that doll. It's so pretty."
Suddenly, the two children pointed to a set of nesting dolls on a vendor's table.
The dolls were painted in bright colors, with a cute and chubby appearance. There were several sizes, arranged in order on the table, each exuding a unique charm.
Deanna liked them at first sight and asked, "How much for one?"
"The big ones are five hundred euros, and the price decreases by one hundred euros for each smaller size."
The vendor, noticing they were foreigners, quoted a price with a gleam in his eye.
Deanna didn't notice and was shocked by the price. "That expensive?"
She had thought they weren't expensive and planned to buy them all to decorate the living room cabinet.
Lance noticed the pained look on Deanna's face and chuckled. "These aren't actually expensive. For locals, the big ones cost at most a few dozen euros, and the smaller ones are even cheaper, just a few euros."
Hearing this, Deanna immediately understood.
She realized they were getting ripped off and her face darkened slightly.
Before she could say anything, Lance spoke to the vendor.
"The big ones for fifty euros, decreasing by ten euros for each smaller size. If you agree, I'll take them all."
"That's too low."
The vendor didn't expect Lance to bargain so hard, slashing the price by ten times.
Deanna was also stunned.
In her mind, Lance should be above such mundane matters.
Lance noticed her puzzled look but didn't explain immediately. Instead, he continued bargaining with the vendor. "It's not low. On a normal day, you might not sell even one."
The vendor was left speechless and eventually agreed.
A few minutes later, Deanna and her children each held a nesting doll, playing with them.
Deanna didn't forget what had just happened and looked at Lance curiously.
Before she could speak, Lance addressed her unspoken question.
"Are you surprised that I bargained with a market vendor?"
"It is quite surprising."
Deanna nodded noncommittally.
Lance smiled. "Whether it's my money or yours, it doesn't grow on trees. That vendor clearly raised the price because we are foreigners. I couldn't just let us be ripped off."
"Uncle, you're amazing."
The two children looked at him admiringly.
After wandering around for a while longer, they went to the pigeon square at the center of the church.
Hundreds of pigeons gathered there, unafraid of people.
Lance bought food for the pigeons and let the children play with them.
Soon, the children were surrounded by pigeons.
Their joyful laughter echoed across the square, drawing kind looks from many tourists due to their cute appearance.
Later, when the children had enough fun, they ran back to Deanna excitedly.
Just as they were about to boast about their experience, a girl carrying a drawing board approached them.
"Hello ma'am, I really like your two adorable children. You and your husband are so good-looking, so I drew a picture of your family. I hope you like it."
As she spoke, she handed over a piece of paper.
On it was a black-and-white sketch of the children feeding pigeons while Lance and Deanna watched from the side.
Despite being just a sketch, its composition and feel conveyed warmth and affection.
Deanna liked it at first sight.
She overlooked how the girl had addressed her.
The children didn't correct her either; instead, they eagerly admired the sketch.
"Miss, your drawing is amazing. You're so talented," Chloe said sweetly with praise.
Gregory nodded in agreement. "Miss, you're very talented. We love this drawing."
"I'm glad you like it. I won't disturb you any longer. Enjoy your time here."
The girl smiled and bid them farewell.
After she left, the children excitedly discussed where to place the sketch.
"Mommy, can we frame this and hang it in our room?"
"Of course. When we get back, I'll find someone to frame it for you."
Deanna agreed with a nod.
Listening nearby, Lance was also moved and couldn't help but ask, "Before framing it, can I have someone make a copy? I'd like to hang one in my study too."
As he spoke, his dark eyes focused intently on Deanna.
Deanna was momentarily stunned but didn't refuse.