Other stalls she can see are full of what she'd expect: fruit and veg, cheese, meat, bread. Some of it she recognizes, bananas, loaves, chickens both alive and dead. But so much more of what's for sale is mysterious: funny shaped boxes, weapons from the past and future, and so many selling livestock both familiar and strange. One has a sign “Dwarves: Two For One!” while another sports a crimson Bentley with silver trim and a strange logo on the doors. There are barrels and jugs, pelts and fabrics, powders and potions.
They pause for a moment by a car sized book piled high with blue apples. An arm reaches out of the pile, offering one to Fiona.
