Wysteria pulls away to prod her way through the remainder of the goods on offer, and Ellis' hand closes in on itself, over empty air.

Spends a moment contemplating little Tab's sins as he watches Wysteria stir a finger through a sack of chalky, powdered stone, before answering, "Aye, we could do that."

And it followed swiftly, predictably, by: "There's no need to make anything up to me. I like your visits well enough without anything accompanying them."