"So, how much do you want for her?"
Dan wasn't happy about being called a "her", but then again, he wasn't too pleased about being a rocking-horse, either.
"Well how much do you think SHE's worth?" Kat said, openly aware that it was pissing off Dan. "Not much, I'm afraid, if I don't shift her in the first few weeks, I'll probably use it as fire wood."
"Well $15 then?"
"Fair enough."
And that was that, Dan was now just stock in an antique shop. And he needed to do something before he was chopped into splinters.