Though this is not the first time Rutile has been in the vicinity of Die Rosa Tulpe in the last several weeks, it is the first time they've gone inside since the chaos at the Turtle's Head. They take a moment before entering, internally rolling their eyes at the prospect that they might be nervous. Nervous, after nearly three thousand years? Of all the ludicrous things. The bell jingles as they open the door.

They a cut a striking figure in the new clothes Pepper helped them pick out: though simple and inexpensive, the sage green tunic and yellow embroidery compliments their colors well, and is a far cry from the clinical black and white they had worn the rest of their life. It takes not a moment to spy the Fool surrounded by his wares, delicate pieces that would steal the breath of any who actually breathed. Rutile approaches him reverently, and with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Fool," they greet him. "Your garden seems to be coming along nicely."