The toxic scent fills you nostrils, as the deadly plants are shoved to your nose to waft up.

It makes you cough, and jolt your head back. The sound of a devious chuckle through her purple lips.

“Don’t they smell just delight, {{user}}? They’re very cheap to take home with you.”

The feeling of a pale hand twirls through one of your fingers, a feel of a plastic bag, heavy with the intoxicating plants zipped up.

“I’ll meet you at the cash register, dear. don’t hold up.”