Ennis leaned back on her heels as the other ianthina approached the table. That smile, that desperate swagger, she knew this one's type before they even opened their mouth.  Their bag was too heavy for their ease. She would have to keep her  expectations low. She smiled, thin. "Let's see then, hm?"

No  matter what she told herself, her lumens brightened at the sight of the  delicious red--a fruit?--a toy. Disappointment flicked off the color  like a light switch. Still, she obliged them. She picked it up, gave it a  squeeze, gave it her best considering face. She didn't have a child,  but she had to admit, it wasn't badly made. She wondered if that little  tadpole from earlier was still running around. Seeting it down, she took  the kiwi instead. It didn't look terribly impressive, a sad brown. It  wasn't even a pleasant texture to touch. "Tasty?" She brightened,  literally. "This is edible?" She brought it to her face, inhaling of the  sweet scent. A fruit she had never tried! She set the kiwi down very close to her body. This would be hard to top, but they had her attention proper now.

She  almost doesn't want to accept the bottle of syrup; they look so  reluctant to give it up. But when they bring out those bagels, she  reconsiders. Both she pulls close. But not everything they have to offer  can be a winner: she's familiar with jerky. Back home, it's one of the  typical form mainland meat takes. Still, it's never a bad thing to have.

Their  features soften when they next reach into the bag, and Ennis knows  something good is coming. She picks up the sculpture. Languid shapes and  fluid lines--"This is quite good." 

As they pitch the bowl, she  laughs. They say it like this is just another bowl! She examines it  closely for cracks or chips, and it's without flaw. "When you're right,  you're right."

She's in good humor now, but still, the cactus  gives her pause. The Eniyan deserts are full of these, and if there's  only one thing she knows about them, it's that they love sun and hate water. Well, not everything can be a winner. She brings her hand to her  lips to laugh again as they toss the feathered scarf around their neck,  displaying it in all its bright colors, and she does take the mirror to  gaze into. She looks at them from raised eyebrows, unimpressed--but  amused--by the flirt.

Looking at it all set before her, she smiles. "You were right: some of these items are worth my time. Let's talk business..."

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