"Nofoto, we have to return to the flesh markets to restock on these ingredients."
Nofoto panicked at those words and pleaded to her grandmother, "But, Nana, we need to be undercover like this. The sign of the gods would be marked on us if we ever go somewhere as lawless as where Ma'at doesn't touch."
Nana took off her glasses while she walked towards the storage room at the back of the store.
"You don't need to come this time, then. Let this old lady handle herself."
Nana took her cane, flailing it all over, perfectly grabbing her coin purse and a duffle bag with no wasted movements.
"Abuela a ninja?! Let's go!" cheered Marshal.
Nofoto covered held herself and trembled with fright. Nana took her granddaughter's hand and guided her to the room.
Baheer went to the kitchen and served the woman a plate of sliced fried plantains and some pickled fish. When he entered the room, there were sounds of crashing and breaking items from Nofoto.
