"Wow, look at this!"
she exclaimed, pulling Raven along with her to the stall. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of a beautifully painted vase, admiring the craftsmanship.
The shopkeeper, who was a kind-looking old man, smiled at her enthusiasm. "Interested in some fine pottery, miss?"
Seraphina nodded eagerly, asking questions about the different pieces. Raven stood by, watching her with amusement as she engaged with the shopkeeper, her usual composure replaced by childlike wonder.
After visiting the shop, Seraphina suddenly turned to Raven with a strange glint in her eyes.
"Raven, I have an idea… Let's open a shop for the festival!"
Raven blinked, taken aback by her suggestion. "A shop? What are you talking about?"
Seraphina grinned. "Just for tonight! I want to sell cookies or something fun."
Raven sighed, shaking his head. "Seraphina, we're not from this town. We don't even have the means to set up a shop."
