Pepper's in luck, because the one friend who has never experienced Halloween before - of any sort - is standing only a few yards away, debating whether dyed sugar molded into replicas of anatomical structures is really worth an hour's pay of rhinn.

"Look," the vendor says to Rutile, a twitch in her eye. "Either you buy things, or you don't. If you're not gonna buy, then move along and let someone else do it."

"I'm just not convinced your business model is reasonable," Rutile points out, their confusion becoming more evident with each word. "Sugar crystals are by no means rare."

"It's novelty sugar."

"It's just painted! How is it novel?"

(Rutile doesn't plan on eating the candy. It's the principle of the thing.)