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It's that time of year again! Zhaan is sitting at a booth, the table of which is covered with a blue-and-silver cloth. On top of the table are piles of neatly packaged and lovely-smelling items. There is also a paper sign:

For Sale
Tea, incense, soap, candles, spices, scented oils and other herbal items
All items are priced in credit pledges: please consult the Bar for exchange rates

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There is a quiet drow who has just come across this booth and is curiously looking at the items for sale. Their smells are much subtler than the intentionally fragrant perfumes and scents he'd come in contact with, when he was last home.

Some of the things smell familiar from his time in the gardens, some are mixtures where the ingredients were carefully blended to form different scents from the components' own. All of them seem fascinating.

Zaknafein is currently looking for lilac-scented items, because there is someone that he wants to surprise, if at all possible. If that person is still missing, then Zak will simply leave the gift (or gifts) in his room.

The exchange rates still confuse Zak, though. He's never really had to excel at converting one type of currency to another, and he's not sure how much these items are priced at.

"Hello, Zak," Zhaan says. "Now you can see where most of the herbs in that garden of mine go. Are you simply browsing, or do you have something particular in mind?"

The drow is looking sheepish, flushing brightly in the infrared, utterly embarrassed at being caught so quickly. "Well, there is someone I know, who likes the scent of lilacs.. but I don't know how much these things cost."

Zhaan sorts through some of her wares and picks out a small bottle, which she presents to Zaknafein. "Lilac oil," she says. "You can have a bottle, free of charge."

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The drow is startled, then he smiles slightly, somewhat shyly. "Thank you." he says gravely, taking the bottle gratefully, shoving sense-memory down into the dark as deep as it can go.

It's morning, later in the morning, thankfully, and in comes a woman holding her baby as he happily babbles his morning greeting to her.

She certainly looks happy judging from the smile on her face, but it just blossoms brighter when she catches sight of the table full of Zhaan's wares.

She checks and...yes! She does have her money with her on this accidental trip! So she goes to Bar, exchanges a portion of it, and goes over to browse the table.

The baby is torn. The scents, while reminding him of Papa, are a little too intense this close and he'd rather cover his nose, but he wants to look at the Blue Person, too. This results in him hiding half of his face so that his nose is covered but his eyes are not, tugging at Mama's top while he's at it.

Mia notices this and assumes he's being shy before examining the soaps.

"Good morning," Zhaan says to Mia. Addressing the baby with a smile, she says "Good morning to you too. Do you see anything particularly interesting on my table?"

"Good morning," Mia says, and Cepheus babbles in greeting from his covered spot. "Now, why are you hiding your face if you want to see her? I've never seen you shy before."

Ah well. She kisses him on the temple and continues to look.

"The soaps look very nice, as do the herbs and oils. I might have to get a little of each for my husband. He likes to cook and to brew potions."

"None of the oils are for cooking, I'm afraid. But I have been told that my spices are very good. Do you know what sorts of ingredients your husband needs?"

"I'm sure he could try out the oils in his topical potions and other potions he has that aren't meant to be ingested. Not to mention he's very persnickety about his grooming."

Mia pauses to think a moment, gently bouncing Cepheus as she does.

"I'm not sure, but he does like to experiment both with his potions and his cooking. You don't happen to have anything like a sampler packet, do you?"

"I do not, but I can make one for you by tomorrow," Zhaan says.

"Oh, excellent! That gives me more than enough time to wrap it up."

She turns to Cepheus to add, "Won't it be a lovely present for Papa on Father's Day?"

Cepheus has nothing to add to this right now.

Mia looks back to the soaps and goes, "I'd also like some soap. Something gentle for Cepheus here and then something for my husband and me."

"I have a few different kinds here. Tell me which smell you like best." Zhaan puts out a few bars of different soaps - regular lavender, a lavender-rosemary blend, mint, rose, lilac, and one that smells a bit like honey and licorice.

Mia picks up the soaps to sniff and Cepheus lets go of her top when she takes the mint soap.

"Oh? Do you like this one?" she asks.

He reaches his little fingers towards it.

"I think I'll take this one and the one here," she says, pointing to the honey and licorice one.

"All right," Zhaan says. "I can make a sampler for you and leave it with the Bar. Is there anything else you'd like?"

"I think that's it. How much do I owe you?"

She puts the soap back down and Cepheus continues to reach for it.

Zhaan looks over Mia's items, does some quick mental math, and quotes a price in credit pledges. "I do not know what the exchange rate is between that and your own currency, but the Bar does. I will be able to give you a price on the sampler tomorrow, after I know how much of each ingredient will go into it."

"I've already exchanged some of my money with Miss Bar, and between my family and my husband's shop, we're not hurting for money."

She puts down the quoted price and a little extra.

"A down payment for the sampler."

Cepheus reaches out a hand, following Mama's as she puts the money on the table. When she takes her hand back, he holds his hand up as if he's going to wave at Zhaan.

"Thank you," Zhaan says. She notices Cephus' wave (or wave-equivalent, as the case may be) and waves back at him.

"Oh, thank you very much," she says, taking the soaps. "And I think I'll go ahead and get my breakfast while he's giving me a break."

She turns to her baby and says, "Can you say, 'Bye bye,' Cepheus?"

He babbles some, his hand still up, but he does turn his lips up into a smile.

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