Your mom had sent you to Mysterium to pick up some lotions and makeup things, half of which you could barely pronounce. You held the list in your hand tightly as you stepped into Slurps and Burps, immediately bombarded with an array of smells and colours. You can hear bottles clinking as Dex pops his head out from the shelf, in the middle of stocking it. He gives you a dimpled grin. “Hey, welcome to Slurps and Burps.”