The Witch looked pleasantly surprised when Fish started to refer to her as "Miss", apparently not bothering with his interventions while she searched for the ingredients. It was a process she thoroughly enjoyed, picking ingredients and reagents, searching the best herbs, rubbing the leaves between her thumbs and indicador and smelling crunched, dried leaves. She had a good eye for quality items, and seemed willing to pay the price for it even when they tried to get more than what it was worth. All and all, Kamille felt like a fairly generous person in regard to money - so much that it begged the question as to how she could manage her luxurious life.

"There’s no need to worry about it, Fish. I'll come up with something."

She couldn’t help but chuckle softly as Fish spoke of his shed and about Morrigan. Yes, that was definitely the same fellblood - the world was not ready for a second. One was enough.

"Kvasir? I'm afraid I don’t know that one. But I do understand your need for peace. Sometimes I need it too, so I grab Kalaf and we go flying somewhere. Oh, pardon me. Well, then again, if you want to come over, my house is always open."

The corridors of the store were narrow, and when Kamille bumped against someone else, she didn’t spare them half a glance. Fish, on the contrary, could clearly see a suspicious movement of hands around her waist, dangerously near her coin pouch. 

"Morrigan's boyfriend."

They idly hop around the rest of the store, looking over some of the items. Admittedly, it was a bit strange for Fish to operate inside a store so normally. Usually it was an in and out job because Fish was stealing something, this was so....plain. The aviankin does catch the purse grabbing, watching what to them is such obvious pass. It's baby's first pickpocket, a move for children. 

Fish slips a vial of parasite poison from their bag, quietly pouring into the man's boot as he passes. For a few moments nothing happens, but he quickly starts to seem more and more uncomfortable. As he drops to a knee to scratch at his boot, Fish slips into the shadows to pass by and resteal Kamille's coin purse and flit some higher end ingredients into the man's pockets.

The aviankin hops away, taking Kamille's hand and urging her to follow them out of the store. A growing argument can be heard as the shop keep notices the stolen goods and the man tries to assert he did not steal them.

"We do not need to stay, Fish recommends leaving."

"I didn’t know Morrigan had a boyfriend! It must take a saint to date that character..."

Despite the jabs at the twinkly fellblood, it was clear Kamille held them somewhat dearly. They had a great time sowing chaos in Zeinav.

While she was focused on the task ahead of her, Kamille looked blissfully unaware of everything that happened around her. That was probably one of the main tasks the Black Quills were often responsible when guarding their boss: avoiding her to be separated from her belongings. It was no easy task, but Fish was doing great.

So much that she looked fairly confused when the altercation with the man started, and Fish urged her to walk out of the store. Kamille was about to argue they didn’t get what they needed, but then it hit her that Fish might have their reasons - his hurry was probably not for nothing. At least she would have the list with the reagents at hand, and could take a look at it calmly when she got the opportunity.

And, of course, she couldn’t get her head out of the thought Fish actually took her hand to drag her out of the store...

She couldn’t say no to them, so she dropped everything she was doing and followed Fish out.

Once out on the streets, they were promptly greeted by Allan, whose smile quickly faded when he saw Fish still around Kamille. With his eye twitching, he cleared his throat and approached.

"Everything is ready, Mother Raven. We should probably go deliver it to our friend."

For a moment she forgot that day started with a clear outline that she diverted to go out with the criminal bird - and she had no regrets about that. Maybe it was the best for them to part ways now, as she didn’t want to hold them up - as she would, possibly. Kamille knelt before Fish. She knew very little of them, mostly that they were very efficient on their job, very calculating and intelligent. There seemed to be little room in their life for them to relax and not be on guard all the time, which she found sad, even if that felt natural for Fish, since it's the only life they knew.

"I hope I didn’t take much of your time today. I loved going out with you, Fish. I hope we can repeat this sometime, if you will. I would want to hear more of you, and will be always open for a visit, should you come to Moonveil forest anytime soon. How about this?"

The Witch offered him one of those bright smiles again, as she was clearly very excited and happy about spending time with them. That one wasn’t a good liar, on top of other things. It was no wonder she needed a couple people around to avoid others trying to separate her from her belongings.

And then, just like how they parted ways the last time they met, she offered him a hand to shake.

"Fish does not know what it takes, Fish does not care.....It's a distraction to Fish." It truly was. Fish had little understanding of the more intimate feelings people share and had absolutely zero interest in understanding them.

Outside the store, they slow to a stop seeing Allan, giving him as smug a look as possible from a bird. They tilt their head as Kamille kneels down to get to their eye level. This is new, people rarely do that. Fish nods at the offer, holding up a finger to ask Kamille to wait a moment.

Fish would reach into the tuft of feathers at their neck and remove a loose one offering it over to Kamille. A thanks for the spell and the ingredients even if Fish mostly just stole them. Fish shakes the hand and turns to leave, of course not really mentioning the feather is a thank you gift. Kamille is simply left to wonder what the bird meant with this offering.

Kamille chuckled at Fish's comment about it being a... "distraction".

"Ohhh, but it's a good one. What is life without a few distractions?"

Whether or not Allan picked his smug expression, he was certainly irritated by the bird's disposition at making him annoyed - or at existing, it would be better put. But he couldn't say anything, seeing as his Master looked fairly enchanted by the bird.

Kamille receives the feather and, for a moment, looks fairly confused. It does come to her mind that Mischief himself will give her a random number of asorted items as he seems fit as gifts, and it always warmed her heart. Not unlike now. She didn't seem bothered in the slightest that Fish just shook her hand and unceremoniously walked away. Everyone had their own way of walking this earth, and Fish's was a particular one she wouldn't dream of trying to change.

"Hope to see you again soon, Fish..."

They probably wouldn't see it, but Kamille carefully put the feather with Fish's list of ingredients, neatly folded and put into her book with the most care. Throwing a last smile at the bird's back, the Witch finally go about her own day.