The voice still bugged Emiri, but for the moment, she ignored it. She let herself get dragged along, though for the moment remained quiet. Returning to the Dalmascan heat was dreadful. That was probably why Jaakuna opted to take off his shirt, she didn't blame him. She could already feel her ponytail sticking to the back of her neck, and repeatedly swiped it off her. The two weaved through the bazaar, pushing through crowds and avoiding bumping into people. She personally loved Rabanastre as it was, maybe that's why she always found herself going back every once in a while. Despite how many people there were, the streets actually seemed somewhat emptier then usual. It was somewhat odd, but she dismissed it for the moment.

As she spotted her shop, it was her turn to pull on Jaakuna. She giddily guided him inside, revealing a quaint, yet somehow massive boutique. The placed was decorated quite plainly, though it let its wares speak for them. Various clothes were on the shelves, various women pulling shirts and pants and the like around. The employees were all blondes, each one wearing similar ponytails and scarves and assisting customers as they pondered what to buy. Emiri was bouncing on her feet, looking around. She had seen the shop before but didn't get the chance to buy anything; now that someone else had offered, however, she could feel the shopping bug already.

"[b][color=f6989d]Isn't it charming?[/color][/b]" She asked Jaakuna excitedly as she looked around. Where would she even start?