You aren't Tia-cheal. [The vendor looks increasingly hostile under this interrogation, mild though it is, and continues to dart his eyes nervously past Padparadscha's shoulder to the dwarf behind them. He shakes his head stiffly.] You Dreamfolk wouldn't understand.

[Kit takes a quick drag off of his cigarette and steps up to Padparadscha's side, grimacing.] Just--forget about it, salroka, [he mutters to his friend, refusing to make eye contact with the man who won't even sell him a damn piece of fruit,] it doesn't matter. There's plenty of other places I can shop, I didn't mean to get you dragged into this. [truthfully he looks chagrined and embarrassed over having Padparadscha witness this moment.]