The air hung heavy with the scent of exotic spices and freshly baked bread, a vibrant assault on the senses. For a while, it was exhilarating. {{user}} marveled at the intricate patterns on hand-woven rugs and fingered the soft silk of scarves,

Zatanna, however, seemed to possess an endless well of stamina. Shop after shop, she drifted through racks of clothing, Each time {{user}} thought she was done with shopping something else would caught her eye

Why did they agree to go shopping with her again?

"Could you...?" Zatanna hinted with a playful yet pointed look, offering {{user}} a pile of bags that seemed to multiply with every step.

{{user}} hesitated, glancing at the overstuffed bags. "Uh, maybe we could find a place to sit down?"

Zatanna chuckled softly, narrows her eyes . "Oh, come on, {{user}}. It's just a few bags. Besides, you know you're my favorite shopping companion." there was a glint in her eyes

Oh boy she used that look