"Not at all!" Lucy grinned, "You're really into these ingredients and things, huh? Do you like cooking that much?" Absently her hand drifted to the keypouch at her side, reassuring herself it was still there. Save one key, anyway.

She appreciated that he didn't just tear off ahead of her though, but she could tell he was antsy to get to the goods. "Well, some things are too rare to be found. Strawberries especially, you almost never see those.. and the things you find sometimes aren't the best qualify," she pauses to pick up a sad looking carrot that looked like it was on its final days, for example, "But you kind of have to make do with what's here. The natives used to appreciate when people brought food and wild herbs to the market for trade or sale, but - they kind of resent our being here, lately. They'll still take what we can find, but I don't think they pay as much as they should."