The lion-boy looked up at Lorenzo and Marty as he gave them their papers, not sure which to answer first. "Well, miss," he answers the lady because he's polite, "I suspect there are a few food stands that sell maize. Mearls Produce is probably the closest."
He turns to Enzo, a bit more nervously, "I'd veer clear of Illegitimate Spice Dealers, sir. They deal in very bad things. Legitimate Spice Dealers chose their name specifically so you'd know they weren't associated and actually sell spices."

Rae and company enter Illegitimate Spice Dealers to see a bugbear handing a package to an orc. The orc hastily hides the bag behind his back and the bugbear says, "You ain't see nothin'."
The walls of the place are lined with spice bottles, but they're all clearly full of dirt.

"Duly noted, thanks kid. Say, Azer's having a crab bake on campus, if you got friends around you guys should consider swinging by."
He gives a cheerful wave as he walks off to the kitten, then spots four of their group go into the Illegitimate Spice Dealers, and sighs with a small sag.
"Except they went in anyway.  Dammit."
So he trudges in behind the others, glancing around.
"Okay...yeah this place kinda sucks.  Not even a bit of food dye to the dirt?  Really?"

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Jennifer couldn't help but be disappointed by the Spice shop. She didn't recognize any of the spices on the walls, especially since they appeared to be unlabeled. (Which was a horrible way to run on spice shop while they were on the subject). She wasn't entirely sure what kind of spices they used on other planes, but she was beginning to suspect that she had lived her life unaware that the hells were in fact some sort of spice capital of the multiverse, and was growing concerned over the quandry of whether or not it was worse to leave her friends in ignorance of the true potential of spices or if exposing them to such a revelation while they languished in such a seasoning backwater would be considered cruel and unusual. Ultimately she resolved that cruel and unusual was the right way for any proper fiend to go and went to the bugbear to find some real spice.

"Excuse me, sir? I don't mean to intrude, but as my friend said I'm wondering if you might have anything from the Hells. I'm looking for Baatorian Mustard and Peppercornugons. I understand it may be something of a premium commodity, but rest assured I'm prepared for it."

Rae slides a gold piece across the counter. "I think ye know it be Baatorian Mustard," she smiles. 

Lorenzo looks at that and facepalms.
"...Rae, you know my stuff is at least actual spices for gumbo, right?"

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