Jenny giggled, eyes widening. "Really?"

That sounds brilliant, if you ask her.

"Oh yes. We won, of course," she adds, off-handedly.

And grins.

"Where'd the monsters come from?"

Clearly this topic of conversation is worth a thousand questions.

"Up out of the sand, in fact. Apparently that happens a lot in his world."

They're moving on from the jewelry stand, at a slow stroll.

So much for the puppy walker. Maybe on the way out.

"Weird," Jenny decides, wrinkling her nose slightly. "I haven't been to a world like that yet."

Which means it doesn't happen often here; good.

The next stall is tiny clay figurines, representing various races.

Jenny picks up one that sort of resembles a Hath. But her attention is still focused on Cavilo and the earlier story.

"What planet was it?"

"I never got the planet's name. The area was called Costa del Sol."

She picks up a figurine with entirely too many limbs and eyes, and peers at it.

Jenny nods. "Was it with someone you met in Milliways?"

"Oh yes. Charming fellow named Reno." She indicates the figurine. "Do you know what this is supposed to be?"

Jenny shakes her head, picking up the figurine and turning it around in her hands. "Never seen it before. And I don't think I know Reno. Is he a friend of yours?"

A small, reminiscent smile. "You could say that."

"More than a friend?" Jenny asks, eager for gossip. "Like Jay is to me?"

"Not quite like that," she chuckles. "But we've enjoyed each other's company, every so often."

Jenny nods, pretending to understand when the truth of the matter is she doesn't. At all.

"It's good to have someone like that, isn't it?"

"Oh yes," she agrees with a smile.

Across the concourse, there's a pair of men watching them. Cavilo takes that in with a glance out of the corner of her eye, and starts casually drifting toward the next stall.

Jenny follows, excitement building she sees the next stall filled with all sorts of strange (but clearly intriguing) clothing. Instinct fails her and absolutely no attention is paid to the men watching.

"Oh, look at this, Lara!" Jenny exclaims, holding up a colour changing dress.

"Oh very nice," she purrs, running an appreciative finger down the fabric. A trail of color follows her touch, rippling outward.

Turning to address the proprietor, she lets her gaze flick across the two men; yes, they're still watching. "Is this fabric heat-sensitive?"

"Touch-sensitive," the proprietor corrects. "It'll react to air currents -- even sound waves if they're loud enough."

"Fascinating," she marvels.

Jenny holds the dress up against her body and tilts her head at Cavilo. "What do you think? Think Jay'll like it?"

She has the money from Inari. It could be worth the purchase.

She smiles, a touch wickedly. "I think he might. Especially the touch-sensitive part."

Jenny blushes at that, grinning back with her own wicked smile. "Yeah."

She pulls out a wad of cash from her pocket and hands it over to the gentleman at the stall. It's at this point that the two men watching them catch her eye. Jenny frowns slightly and elbows Cavilo. Quietly, "Have they been watching us long?"

Still smiling, and in an undertone: "A while now. Don't look at them."

She bends her head to stroke a velvety scarf laid out on the same table.

Jenny frowns. "Why not? They're looking at us."

And if they're going to do anything, she wants to be prepared. Only so much can be ascertained in a glance.

"Smile," Cavilo hisses, through her own smile. "The longer they think we haven't seen them, the longer we have an advantage."

She smiles, but her blue eyes still shine with confusion. "Why are they following us anyway? We haven't done anything!"