Owen isn't the best when it comes to bartering. Once he traded his family's only cow for a bag of magic beans. His mother doubted they were magic, but he cooked them up and, sure enough, the more he ate the more he tooted. The more he tooted, the better he felt. So he ate them with every meal. Now they're all gone.
Desmond: ... Which directly contradicts the previous requirement.
Owen: Yes, I see.
Desmond: Which one is right?
Owen: Which one do you think is right?
Desmond: Forget your Magic 8-Ball?
Owen: I traded it for this magic banana!