[When a beautiful butterfly man intercepts the vial by means of graceful mid-air pirouette, Nashu is so taken by the spectacle that she well forgets she's done a bad thing. There's clapping abound. Mostly from Nashu, who continues to lay on the applause as the goods that attempted to leave the stratosphere are delivered back to their rightful peddler.

...or at least to that peddler's toes. Something about the next scene that unfolds spurs Nashu to begin laughing behind a hand. Though, shortly her inquisitive brain kicks back in and that same hand curls into a fist, the knuckles beginning to knock against her chin in thought.]

That's peculiar. I was sure I heard him say his tonicks could help anyone find true love.

[ Hmmm. ]

This can only mean one thing...

[ She almost has it, a deduction! ]

His soulmate is enamored by bald heads!