How Green Becomes Wood

"If they sell incense, I'd love to smell them," Daizi said, releasing her husband's elbow for the moment, "It is one thing you can never have too much of."

"There is a lot you can do..." Dark agreed, turning his head slightly.
 
Xander eyed the stall. "They have an entire rack of it. I'm amazed you aren't nose-blind with it all. Want me to show you where it is?"

"I'd want to build a kind of diorama and make it spooky themed. Like a swamp or something," Alec grinned. "Wouldn't that be cool? Maybe add a mausoleum to the swamp."
 
"I could smell it," Daizi answered, "But I didn't know if they were selling it or if they just had a lot lit. Please, if you could help guide me?" She asked, holding out her arm.

"That would be very interesting," Dark agreed. After a moment he said, "Mother's Day is soon."
 
"Sorry," Xander said to his misunderstanding. He took her sleeve and guided her around to where the rack of stick incense stood. "These are all sticks," he told her. "There's some other types, too. Like little pyramid things. Those are right next to the sticks and down on the table."

"Do you see any incense holder that would work for the foundation of a spooky diorama?" Alec asked, looking over them. "There are so many!"
 
Daizi felt around the various sticks and pyramids, taking the time to really think about the different scents. When she wasn't sure what she was smelling, she would ask Xander to read the label for her, impressed by their variety.

"That depends on what else you would do with it," Dark replied, a bit distantly, patting his pockets with his free hand before asking, "Do you have paper?"
 
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