"Bernie, darling, here boy!" Peony made a kissing noise into the air and in a small apparition of lilac smoke her familiar was winding his way around her legs. A puppyish hunting hound came to sit himself at her feet. She glanced down and gave him a nod and Bernie nodded dutifully in reply.

The next few seconds were a testament to how dearly that familiar loved his mistress as he lifted onto his hind legs and started to 'dance' by jumping around on the spot, adding a twirl for panache (he was a feyling himself after all). And while the vendor was distracted, Peony took the moment to lick away the berry juice from her lips, swiping it with a thumb to remove the last of it.

Once the vendor was satisfied with the puppy's performance and Peony had pocketed her ribbon she thanked them gratitiously before turning to Ianthe. She put a hand on the small of Ianthe's back and started to guide them away swiftly, leaning in to mutter under her breath. "We only have a few seconds left before she realises I cast a spell on her. On we go to the stocks you wanted to scare me with." Bernie scampered after them before disappearing in another flash of smoke.