For once, Persephone wasn't paying attention. He got away with it. Mostly because weaving. It's been ages since she wove anything and so she's fairly engrossed.

"Oh but this one is simpler--but softer. Feel." Persephone holds out a gray blanket, all one color but in a softer wool. Cashmere or angora maybe? Something of similar quality. She fingers the wool and deliberately doesn't look at the price. It's probably super expensive.

"But we want to eat today--so something else."