Pushing down the urge to shudder at the 'blessing', very much aware that it was a thing mortals had a tendency to do (which she failed to ever understand), Nissa took a glance around, "Probably one of but not all," it was likely that something in here was far too sweet and bright and perky for her senses, given that she was from the Summerlands, just a little less free pollinated area, more mossy and dark, heavy growth with few movements in air. She hadn't exactly prepared herself for flowers.
"Brave, stupid, a necessity, it's on the rung of potential terms." She was working out how much she didn't want to just threaten her pixie contact to get what was needed. But no, attachments were needed to get jobs done, she could tough it out for a little while. If this place didn't have the flowers, maybe the apothecary did and if they didn't she'd resort to violence only then.
"Provided no one bitches if I sneeze while you order." He was in first, apparently humans and their ilk operated a service of 'first come, first served', as irritating as that was.