"I should be asking you that," she replies with a small laugh. "I imagine you'd only come in a place like this if you really needed something, or as an errand for a friend. But, well, to answer your question... I admit I'm just being frivolous. I like looking, even if I can't buy anything. Girly stuff, you know."

She has to wonder if Lamitt or Renda-Rae were ever particular about taking their time with a shop's wares. Hell, somebody in that group must have been.

"Anyway, did you finally find a house that had a place for your amaro?" The labels are visible through the fabric, just barely; she gestures lazily towards it. "Looks like it, right?"