Jhira moves with cautious grace through the elegant shop, deftly avoiding rattling displays or shattering China despite her heavy armor. Her helmeted gaze lingers over-long upon a fine China tea service, complete with self-heating kettle and stay-warm mugs. A trace of amusement lightens her voice, as she turns to the counter and places a heavy pouch of Mon Calamari Flan upon it.
“I came for a case of all your special products,” she pauses a moment, places a second pouch the table, “and I do mean all …” Her gaze flashes back to the tea service, with a pause evocative of mild embarrassment. “I’d like the tea service, as well, service for 25 - well. Better get an extra case of the cups, the children are at that age. A mixed case of your house favorites brews, with hen 4 each of Darjeeling, lemon and ginger, hibiscus and …’ counts under her breath, “…ten sleepy time teas.”
“Also, I heard you had action figures? “