[nods, and leads him a few streets over. it's one of the larger 'upside-down' structures, and definitely pretty, but the way the Cologne Cathedral is pretty: dark, angular, and ornate. The square in front of it is lively, with stalls selling food and fabric and spices, like you'd see any where else, and some more... distinct stalls, with strange things in jars and unfriendly looking medical equipment. Mikhail goes over to argue with a man selling sweets, and eventually scribbles something arcane down, the occult writing apparently payment, because the man hands over two cotton-candy cones]
I got them, Ter! And tell me how it tastes, I want to know if the taste buds have decayed at all, or if there's no difference.