[She has one (1) slightly still-green tomato held in her hand that she looks quite confused by when she runs into Alfyn, his surprise startling her some when they come across each other. And while he may not recognize her, Benedikta has certainly seen him around before she took off in a flurry of wind and feathers. Wherever Cid is, she is sure to follow, and so there is some flicker of familiarity in her gaze as it flits down to all of the supplies in his hands, and then back to him.
She'd offer to help (not really), but... tomato.]
You are that apothecary. Alfyn.
[She would not be a very good Intelligencer if she didn't know her names and faces, and she is quite good at remembering both.
As she just casually disregards everything else he's said about the tools.]
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She'd offer to help (not really), but... tomato.]
You are that apothecary. Alfyn.
[She would not be a very good Intelligencer if she didn't know her names and faces, and she is quite good at remembering both.
As she just casually disregards everything else he's said about the tools.]