"I'll do that," Benji agrees, easily, and it turns out Wolfgang was unintentionally lying; it's a lot easier to not moon over things in the bazaar when she's chatting to someone, still taking in the sensory overload of all of these things without halting to touch and prod.

Mostly. Her teeth set down on her bottom lip, her attention inevitably snagged on a tilted display of secondhand books, enough to quickly read the spines as they move passed it without actually slowing their meander. "It's a good thing you offered," she adds. "I find myself going to Badside a lot to tutor, and it's not terribly far from Mafaton, just. Far enough to be grateful to not do that."