I must be gettin' too flashy

The girl was being coy and Sedna’s grin stretched wider. "Sure I did, but I’m jus’ a lowly warrior, what makes yer think I’d ‘ave somethin’ like tha’? I reckon yer’d be better off tryin’ whatsisface the specialist. He’d have access ter th’ main stores…"

While her tail thumped merrily against the ground, she could hear Otis rummaging around on the higher shelves behind them. While she was happy to make the poor girl sweat, the opossum wasn’t really one to suffer Sedna’s bullshit, and she felt the small bundle collide with the back of her head shortly thereafter and tumble to the ground at her feet. She hefted the small pouch, consideringly, moving to pass it over to the other woman, then hesitating. "Yer sure this isn’t th’ one ter make brats more likely?" The following bang and offended screech was all the confirmation she needed, but still she held onto it for just a moment longer, light dancing in her silver eyes. "So who is it then?"

After all, she wasn’t running a charity, there had to be some sort of payment. She even tipped her head, offering to retreat inside. She needed to show her how much to use when she brewed her own anyway.

"Speech."