Bartering wasn't a system that Nissa was used to. She was used to taking what she wanted when she wanted it. Regardless of who had it. This whole 'don't draw attention' thing seemed to extend to murdering idiots who tested her, and thus Nissa was having to employ new methods of getting what she needed from people.
Which ultimately took her to a flower shop, and frankly that was an offence enough, the fact that this was the fourth stop on her 'errands' for this annoying little pixie just crunched the rest of her patience. Thankfully Summerview adopted a more time friendly hours of operations, since everywhere in Atlantic City seemed to adhere to the 'when we want' scheme of things.
The hope was that she could find some in the shop in Summerview -there were witches here, as much as Nissa hated their very existence she needed to play nice- which typically would mean there would be available stock for them in their safe little city. The biggest problem, as Nissa stood in the doorway, almost overwhelmed, was that she had no idea what Aster or Crocus were, never mind what they looked like.
Having not been around that much pollen in years didn't help, and she couldn't hold back the sneeze, even as she turned around to try and sneeze outside, ignoring the flinch in her glamour while she did. "Ugh, this is gonna be a sucky few minutes." Hopefully it would only be a few minutes.