Ezra blinked.
Apparently, they had hit a soft spot with Nevin as he seemed rather irritable for some reason. Perhaps he hadn't had enough nutrients today so he was a bit more emotional that usual? The Homunculi made a note to ask about his emotional well-being after the store was closed. The priority now, however, was the small child's request, whatever it may be. Perhaps some kind of potion for the large beast outside. Nevin mentioned something about flea medicine... did the creature have fleas?! By the Fates, what kind of demonic entities would even attempt to bite at that monstrosity? Ezra opened their mouth to ask a question, but closed it immediately as the ice child began writing out their request.
The jagged ice writing was slightly difficult to read, but upon closer examination, the Homunculi could only stare in disbelief at the request the child was making. Why would this little fae boy want poison? Specifically poison designed to kill other fae? When Fenn asked that he not be questioned on why he wanted said toxin, Ezra shifted their gaze back to the alchemist. They almost carried a look of worry, and placed their hand on the counter.
"...Do you actually make poisons, Nevin? And why is this small faerie child asking for such things? Are we able to sell said product to such a youngling?" They turned quickly back to the blonde child. "Where are your parents, little one? Your guardian? You are quite young to be travelling all on your own. Do you have a place to stay this evening?"
The compliment on their hair was quite the distraction, and the Homunculi stared in confusion. Most people found their looks to be strange and far from ordinary, but here this child chose to mention that they found their hair quite beautiful. They remained quiet for a moment, then tried their best to give a polite smile. "Th-thank you, little one. I appreciate your compliment. I like your ice writing. It is very good writing."
