"Oh, um, funny you should mention that, actually." Ereshk chuckled softly in reply to Barst's comment about doing chores with magic. The mage held up a finger to interject, shifting the bag of apples around in his arms. A few of the apples on top came dangerously close to spilling out of the bag. 
"You see, the Master actually specialized in-" Ereshk found himself rudely interrupted by the roar of a rumbling stomach immediately behind him. The interjecting finger drooped pitifully. He shuffled the weight of the bags again before turning to face the interrupting stomach, and possibly the woman said stomach belonged to. "Hello?" Ereshk raised a curious eyebrow at the stranger. "Can I help you?"