As Nekoko takes out her raks, Recette is retrieving a small packet from the section of counter indicated on the paper.

"Lessee..." She traces the list along to the left, where the suggested price tags are, and blinks. Hmm. Not that she has any idea what the stuff is - the list has it under Medicine - but that's an okay price, right? She looks down at the packet, and hopes so.

With the confidence of a shopkeeper used to this kind of vague selling, she settles on a starting price.

"This pack has two in, so it'd be seven raks."