"We did it Maki, this house looks nice! Though too big..." Hano jumps in the air and floats up to Max's house, bobbing off course a few times on the way. "I think I'm -waagh!- getting the hang of this!" When she reaches the door she gives a few short knocks.

Hano looks in surprise at the bag of coins, the scratches her chin as an idea crosses her mind. She floats back down to Maki:
"Hey, Maki, what did you want to learn from these people? If you go up there and give the person who answered the door these coins, they might be more receptive, eh?" She hands her the bag of coins. "Even though I, personally, would prefer something more interesting..."

The door opens again, and Max's Wife says, "Oh, why didn't you say so. The cleavers are on top of the refrigerator. That's in the third story bathroom." She turns to Hano and narrows her eyes. "And where are those brushes you were supposed to deliver?"

The flowers become a fair assortment of brushes, although they remain very floral in design.

"Marty watches the goings-on with a rising sense of detachment and despair.  It did not seem likely that this trip was going to yield any toenails, of slaad or otherwise.  Maybe if she communicated with the others things would go better, but then she'd have to explain or lie about why she wanted the rather grisly item.

Spotting the skeleton nearby, she approached.  "Hey Francis."  She greeted.  "I wonder if you could make music come to life here?  Maybe notes would break into a chorus line or something."