Bistro tilted her head at her associate's baggage. "Hunting recently?"
"Fleur's orders," the hunter replied, alchemist captured within the corner of her vision. "If you want the details behind that information, it's going to cost you."
Sharp eyes met narrowed, Bistro's lips pulled further in a malicious smile. Though, it turned into a chuckle, the woman shaking her head. "I'd hear it from Fleur herself, then. Keep up that attitude, NIGHT."
For some reason, the woman swore she felt annoyance radiating from the other, just as she handed over her potions to the shop's keeper.