[He's less reverent when he takes it, but still careful, tucking it into one of the oversized pockets of a soft brown leather jacket. Maybe he'll be able to give it back, once it loses its spark.]

Jewellery, coins, sex toys, scented candles, stationery, feathers, houses. [His gaze flicks up a moment, thinking whether anything else has been left out from his own personal experience.] Underwear. Mostly, though, the fairytale rules apply - you need to watch what you eat and drink.

[He's still watching her to see if any part of her's still caught up in the memories that snared her - but he can watch and walk. He gestures down the narrow run between the stalls.]

So, yesterday or the day before?