Stephen Strange and OTA (Mutliples welcomed!)
The whole idea of an art and music festival would have sounded quite enticing to Stephen. He was certainly who appreciated both. Unfortunately, with the festival, came the responsibility of taking time to work at the booth for Gifts that Last.
People had come and gone, tested some of the oils and such, and a few others had purchased this and that. To say that Stephen was bored was putting it mildly. The questions he had gotten had been mundane at best. They were ridiculous and revolved around the idea that crystals would work better than modern medicine. He did tread carefully with his words, choosing them wisely, considering what he himself practiced. His magic was much different, though. Stephen drew from dimensions that existed but were not open to just anyone to pass through or visit. It could be seen and grasped without wonder if such things existed.
Thus, he would argue that it was not the same as the things his place of work was trying to sell.
For the time being, he had gotten a slight reprieve from spinning stories behind which oils were better for specific aches and pains. Sipping one of the iced tea selections that he had gotten from The Tea House booth, the music selections were okay. Stephen had seen a few art pieces he would possibly invest in, but later in the day.