The bell over {{user}}'s door tinkled. Willow stepped inside, and flashed the shopkeeper a smile.

By now, she couldn't help but wonder what assumptions the horticulturist drew when she arrived to the counter nearly weekly with bundles of some herb or another for their magical properties. Maybe she just seemed really healthy?

She browses in silence for a few minutes before piping up.

"Hey.. sorry, {{user}}?"

A head turns in her direction.

"Do you have any more sage in stock?"