"Mama, you can't." Her son tried desperately.
"I assure you, I am perfectly capable. I still know this city like the back of my hand and with the cart in top form we can get express deliveries to anywhere in the six districts in twenty minutes or less." She said smugly.
"No Mama, you literally can't." He said, "They're an ordinance against it."
"Oh, that. Nothing but an overreaction, and I'm sure completely unrelated."
"It mentions you by name. Dr. Beetle signed it personally. They send us reminder edicts every six months with the Tyrant's seal."
Frau Gruber huffed, but inclined her head. "Fine." There was a look of hope from her son. "We'll get everything prepared for the delivery service, and then see if they still want to hold to that silly regulation." Her smile took on a character that wasn't entirely appropriate. "Tarsus was always quite fond of my beets. And other plump offerings."