basically the equivalent of buying pralines at a gas station in the middle of nowhere

Anecdotally, they will be the best goddamn pralines you've ever eaten in your entire life.

The day was growing to an end, and Jael was genuinely grateful. It had been a pretty successful day. Livestock acquired, along with a few more odds and ends that would finish up the chicken coop. Various bits and pieces that were more intricate to cast and produce than what they could make on the islands, traded for the scrap material that she couldn't use. It was all well and good. She'd gotten a fun surprise to bring to Kenway later, to thank him for his help. The last thing she needed was something small and nice to bring back for all of the pups, and for Gil. Just a little something nice. She could be nice. Right? A little flash of black with blue, she spots the young boy from earlier. Maybe he had enough of the honey candies left to wrap up, and she could box them up to bring home. Heck, Jael is even pretty sure she has just the things that would be cool enough to trade for all of them... or at least she hopes, in the eyes of a little boy. Carefully cutting through the dregs of the afternoon crowd, she makes her way to a stall that smells of lavender and honey, dandelion and mead. Tended by a short little cloud of a woman, who first offers a sheepish just a moment please to Jael, as she's in the midst of a transaction. The wolfdog offers a steadying gesture with her paw, and the exchange of eye contact between the pair is something universal to most people who are asking if it's alright to interact with a stranger's kid behind the table at a craft fair. Surmising that it's encouraged, actually, Jael puts on the warmest tone she can manage without sounding fake. "Excuse me, do you have any candies left to trade?" A little smile on her lips, already beginning to tug at the borrowed bag slung around her shoulders. Jael, The Pet

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You will never be able to find the gas station again. Only the people in the car with you that day recall there being a gas station there at all.
Sometimes, you dream about the pralines.