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The sky over Mondstadt was peachy gold as the sun began its descent. Sucrose liked to get her errands done around this time, while most people were eating dinner and the streets were mostly clear. Sunset had the perfect temperature as well, warm but with a soft bite in the wind that nipped at the alchemist's nose and preluded the chill of the night.
She made her way down the street, a crumpled paper clutched in her hands. Mister Albedo had sent her to the city to locate the ingredients for the well-worn recipe in her gloved hands. Timaeus spotted her and waved, smiling at the familiar face.
"Good evening, Miss Sucrose!" The green-haired girl smiled shyly. "H-hello, Timaeus," she replied, holding out the recipe. "I need these ingredients, enough for ten batches." The man smiled and took the paper from her, not at all offended by her awkward mannerisms. He had grown quite fond of the fluffy-haired alchemist, and knew that her seemingly blunt behavior just stemmed from shyness and a lack of self-confidence.
He scanned over the paper briefly, then handed it back to Sucrose. It was a recipe for Warming Bottles, one that Timaeus was quite familiar with by now, and he turned to the shelf of ingredients behind him to find what Sucrose needed. The girl stood by patiently, content with the wind fluttering her hair.
"Here you are, Miss Sucrose," Timaeus announced, handing her a padded satchel with the bottles and ingredients packed safely inside. "There's no need for payment," the man said as Sucrose reached for her coinpurse. She opened her mouth to protest, but Timaeus cut her off gently. "Consider it a returned favor for your assistance in gathering all those scattered dandelion seeds the other day. Now we're even."
Sucrose gave her fellow alchemist a shy smile and nodded, then turned and began the walk back to Dragonspine.