The woman looks down to the girls, and claps her her hands.

"What sweet girls! And unusual customers."

The woman steps away. She moves to one of the globes, and scoops from it a handful of popped, bright red kernels, before she slips back into the stall.

A few seconds later, she emerges, the kernels collected in a small paper bag and dusted with bright and dark blue spices. "Want to try?" she offers them.

Hera merely offers a shrug.