On most occasions Illyana went to the market to refill her supplies. For the most part they were objects used in rituals, usually involved in the newest thing she was attempting to master. Today was a slightly different day. She did have a small basket with a few candles and what appears to be some incense of some sort, but other than those few items her basket was oddly empty. The reason for that might become clear once one notices what she's carrying in her other hand: a soft pretzel coated in cinnamon sugar. That's right, Illyana's shopping mission had become horribly detoured by her discovery of the sweet pretzels. Hell dimensions weren't really known for their bakeries but this place? This place had quite the assortment of things to choose from. It wasn't something she'd admit to but she was kind of excited to try them all.

Once she'd finished the one in her hand she went back for another one. That was when she ran into Llewellyn, directly bumping into him. It was enough to deter her from going for the second pretzel, couldn't let anyone know she was out here excited to get sweets. Unless someone had seen her eating it before she went for another, it's not like she'd gone too far to eat it.

"It seems we should both pay more attention."