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With the House of Arch Academy students off for the summer, Zhaan has a lot of time on her hands. She's been working hard on her garden, collecting useful wild herbs in the woods, and doing some extra religious devotions - and, of course, spending time with Stark.
She's decided to sell some products from her garden again, now that time allows. Arranged on the table of her usual booth near the infirmary are jars, sachets and wrapped packages of various items - teas, incense, balms, perfumes, soaps and spices. While she doesn't have a sign up, the neat shop-window arrangement of her products makes it obvious that they are for sale.
She's decided to sell some products from her garden again, now that time allows. Arranged on the table of her usual booth near the infirmary are jars, sachets and wrapped packages of various items - teas, incense, balms, perfumes, soaps and spices. While she doesn't have a sign up, the neat shop-window arrangement of her products makes it obvious that they are for sale.

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He wanders over, hands in his coat pockets, and gives her a smile that's edging on shy. "Zhaan, right? I'm John Little... we talked once, out by the lake."
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His attention is drawn naturally to her wares. "What are you selling?"
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All the products have simple but clear labels detailing what they are and what's in them, although of course that only helps if you can read.
[OOC: I don't know whether or not Little John can read. I'm guessing not but I could be wrong.]
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And, annoyingly enough, the outlaw can't read a word.
"Do you have any agrimony, or something else that's good for stopping bleeding?" he asks thoughtfully.
ooc: ack, sorry -- forgot to address that! And you were right. :D
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Zhaan's a doctor, after all, and wants to avoid having anyone exacerbate their health problems because they use a remedy the wrong way or use something of hers when they ought to see a professional healer.
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"Err -- Djaq's one of our gang. She's the most knowledgeable about medicine; her father was a Saracen physician."
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Christian can't explain it.
He approaches slowly, hands in his pockets.
Just because she's blue doesn't mean she's any different from anyone else. Be brave, you bloody git...
"Hullo," he says, his voice soft. "Are... these things for sale?"
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He's trying not to stare. She's quite lovely to behold, if rather bluer than he's used to. He wants to ask where she's from, though he won't know it, of course, and he doesn't want to pry.
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"I have a few different kinds of tea. Do you have anything specific in mind?"
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He sighs and says, "Something soothing, I suppose? Though it's a mute point, dear lady, if I can't pay."
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"I have a chamomile and mint blend. It's good for the stomach and for helping someone sleep at night." It also has the virtue of being inexpensive.
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Teja follows the scent, and arrives beside the table with the blue woman.
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"Are you looking for something specific, or simply browsing?" Either is fine.
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He's being distracted by a few of the perfumes, at the moment. At least, he thinks that's what they are. It's hard to tell, at Milliways.
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If he just wants to look and smell, that's okay too.
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"But it all looks nice."
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It certainly looks that way to him. After all, even after growing things, one would have to actually turn them into what they are, now.
Still, this brief reflection doesn't stop him from picking out one of the perfumes and gently picking it up.
"This is a perfume thing, right? Can I smell it?"
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