[b]“Oh, Moko,”[/b] Wynnara said, reciprocating the half-beast's smirk, [b]“Those presents were just junk that I wanted to get rid of, really.”[/b]

Rolling her eyes as her friend went up and caught the attention of that old lady, before then pushing Wynnara to be the one who actually does the talking, the pilot stepped up to the somewhat-dilapidated stall, where the soup that looked more like a concoction for a secret poison than something that was actually edible. By then, the soup had gained what could only be considered a 'rainbow' color, a chromatic swirl that looked like someone had mixed seven different paint cans together, yet prevented the colors from mingling. Odd indeed. Narrowing her eyes for a moment and wondering if it was actually a soup or just some 'street name' for 'super suspicious death-dealing drug'.

Well, something like that would be a fun tribute as well.

[b]“Hey there, grandma, I'll have one of everything!”[/b] A bold statement, but also sorta cheeky, considering how there only seemed to be one 'thing' for sale.

[b]“...4 silvers.”[/b] The old lady scratched her wart-adorned nose, extending an open palm towards her.

Wynnara handed her a gold coin with a grin. She really was feeling generous that day. [b]“You can keep the change~”[/b]

Without any change in expression, the old lady placed the coin between her teeth and bit down until it bent. Satisfied that it was real, she then proceeded to take out a spatula, as well as an odd bowl with seven separate indentations in it. Dipping the spatula in, she seemed to be drawing out 'individual' colors from the pot, before placing each individual color into each separate indention, until the plate was full. Placing a wooden panel over it, the old lady handed the odd meal to Wynnara, before shambling off, making preparations to close. Apparently, a gold coin was worth a lot here.

[b]“Well, seeing how I paid for all of that, you go find something, Moko. We need more tributes, after all!”[/b]