Zade tsked under his breath, sweeping a frustrated gaze across the shelves. He couldn't find any better, more interesting options, so he gave up, grabbed a couple of bags of Rai's favorite salsa-flavored "grass chips," and turned around to head back to the registers.
Before he could take two steps, his path was abruptly blocked. A young guy, probably in his early twenties and clearly a foreigner, stood there with a sheepish, apologetic smile painted on his face.
"I am... sor-rry, but um... can y-you help me read these?" the guy stuttered in heavily broken language.
He held up a small cardboard box that was completely covered in the local language, looking entirely lost.
Zade glanced down at the packaging, his sharp eyes skimming the characters. "It's herbal tea," he replied casually. "Specifically for coughs."
"Ah." The guy's face lit up a fraction with understanding. "Do you perhaps know... if they have chrysanthemum tea?"
