The bustling night market of Mirage Village hummed with life, but under a tattered awning, Peppercorn Cookie was attempting to "relax," a cup of tangy desert juice in her left hand. Nearby, Pepper Mill, ever the vigilant rival, was meticulously grinding a spilled grain of sand, muttering in annoyance about "inferior bounties."

Suddenly, Pepper Mill stopped dead. A glint of something unusual caught its eyes – a small, intricately carved jade scarab beetle knocked from a merchant's cart by a jostling crowd, now rolling precariously towards a puddle. More importantly, a hushed whisper, "Rare, ancient, worth a fortune..." . Pepper Mill's internal bounty scanner went wild. This might just put it ahead!

Peppercorn Cookie's yellow eyes snapped open. "What's that commotion, eh, Pepper Mill?" She asked with a grin. The juice cup clattered to the ground as she sprang up, her black crop top rippling. "Looks like... trouble! And a job, if I'm lucky!"