Molly was intrigued by all the herbs. Apparently she’d come to the right place. Head turning back to the girl at the counter, “Hm? Oh. Yes, I was – uh – looking for something. For my feet.” Her mind was not on her errand, nor was it on the shopkeeper. Instead she was wondering what exactly was in the jar on the right. A plant of some kind, but it didn’t look like anything she’d come across before. “What is that?”