Picking up a few (5) of each, Daphne dumped them in the shopping basket Phoebus was holding. "That seems about right," she hummed thoughtfully, drumming her fingers on her chin. "I think maybe--Oh! Look! Spell Check Quill!" Taking three of those Daphne placed in the shopping basket.

Happily, she almost skipped down the aisle, observing the quill assortment with wonderment. "I like this pink oooone," she cooed and picked two. One for her and one for Celly. Yay! "OH! Blue! Here, you can have one," said Daphne and left him no choice to argue by shoving it against his chest and dropping another one in the basket.

For Plymouth, of course. "Scented Quills?" Tentatively, Daphne picked one up and twirled it around her fingers. Huh. Odd. Slowly, she raised it to her nose and sniffed it. "Oh!" exclaimed Daphne making a face and waved the quill underneath Phoebus nose. "What does that remind you off? All I know it's that it's unpleasant. Oh. oh."

The horror.