A.
[for a good portion of the morning Sorey managed to avoid inhaling any of the special pheromone potion as he made his way through the marketplace—until he hit the perfume stall, heavy with the smell of it and enough to knock him off his feet. he doesn't make it more than ten steps away from the stall before deciding that it would be a very good idea to sit down, which is why anyone passing by that particular area will find him slumped up against the nearest wall with a hand over his mouth and nose]

They should really put warning signs on some of the stuff here...

B.
[at the booth with the very enthusiastic Palai shopkeepers/shippers, several (bad) action figures are being shoved into Sorey's hands as he stammers, tries to clarify, and tries to edge away with as much dignity as he can muster. he has still somehow ended up with an armful of every single figure available, though several of them are people that he hasn't even met.]

While I'm impressed with your craftsmanship, I really don't need so many of them—yes, that one does look just like me, but—no, I'm not engaged, honest!

[please come save him. or make fun of him.]