The mage considered what to do as the tomatoes were rinsed off, no point in putting them back in the goopy egg mess in the bag. So he unfolded his scarf from his neck and set it down in a free space to rest the produce on once it was clean. He could figure out what to do after that.

Moving on to the lettuce, he glanced at Nida again. “Siren?” He asked both conversationally and curiously, since they were occupied for the moment.