Anita rummaged through the cabinets on the ground, crouching down on her knees.
She lifted a glass jar up the light and grinned.
"Troll's teeth! Man, I haven't seen any since 1995 when they became an endangered species! I pity the fool who got sent to go relieve a troll of its teeth. Suddenly four fingered homeless man doesn't even compare."
She checked the price tag, pocketed the jar and left $10 in its place in the cabinet.
Still no unicorn's eyelashes or blowfish venom yet, but Anita was determined. Well, determined being a nice, pretty word. The more commonly used phrase was stubborn as a pig.