Not one to frequently make the rounds of the stalls, there are always things Morrigan has to purchase here and there that she can't simply send for from somewhere else or find when she takes to the woods, at least not until the weather turns or she has the time to venture further afield. So she's familiar with what Skyhold usually has to offer; the faces may change, the wares fluctuate along with the prices but often it's very much the same.

This, however, is not.

One of the boxes catches her eye because when has she not been drawn to a shiny thing, and her hand hovers over it before she glances to whom she assumes is the stallholder. "May I?" She does not assume they are for touching, and some lessons cut deep.