Hera picked up the bergamot oil, unscrewing the cap to sample it, and changed her mind. Now pomegranate oil, that was more the thing. "It depends. Do you want to anger the gods?" she asked. "You should learn the story of Baucis and Philemon. Kindness to those in need is imperative." She took two bottles of the pomegranate oil so she'd have one for herself.
"And what is your name?" she asked at last, looking down at the shop girl and passing her the candles, oil and incense. "Will you put these on the counter for me? I want to keep looking."