Our second stop in the Big City to the South is Spice Shop Number Two. We have managed to secure a parking spot right in front of the establishment!
Which appears to have been de-established. So sorry, human male! Looks like you will have to order your urfa chilies online from now on. You will have to console yourself with a trip to the Purveyor of Pens, which is fortuitously just in the next block.
Sigyn and the human female are taking this opportunity to have a good snoop in the bead shop which is next door to the defunct spicery.
Now, keep in mind the human female does not need any more beads. She has bags and boxes and jars and strings and hanks of beads. She and Sigyn must be part magpie, though, because it has taken them approximately ten seconds to dive into the broken- strand bin and start swimming.
Though I saw to it that they did not emerge with the bronze-colored jump rings the human female initially entered the store for, they have emerged with quite a haul. There are three strands of faceted beads with the matching larger beads that they had to sift the loose beads for.
I heard the human female counting to fifty and muttering something about “decades”. I can only assume that that is how long it’s going to take her to actually finish the project.