"Welcome back, Donalbain. That's a pretty big bruise on your forehead."
"Good. You're here. Give me your phone."
"What do you want with it? It's mine. Plus, that cute nocturne that was running the artifact booth gave me her number. I'm going to ask her out."
Donalbain puffs his chest out proudly. Next to him, Agatha hovers in the upturned hat. Rolling her eyes, the snipper maneuvers herself towards the pile on the booth. Excitedly, she begins to snap her claws at the artifacts.
Donalbain's head snaps over to her instantly, "What's wrong, Agatha? I'm coming."
The trio walk over to the stand. Agatha excitedly points and gestures at the various items, garnering confused looks from the dragons.
Miranda was the first to speak, "Yes, lobster. We get it. Figure out the artifacts. Get stuff for the band. We could really use money for those new sousaphones."
Agatha rolls her eyes, and gestures at the items with more ferocity. When Miranda tries to grab the spathiphyllum, Agatha angrily snaps at her hand.
Cymbeline, who has positioned himself behind Donalbain, squeaks, "She's going rabid! We have to... um.. put her down."
It was Donalbain's turn to roll his eyes. He notices that the snipper was gesturing at the belt. Picking it up, he notice Agatha giving him an approving crustacean look. She begins to gesture again, this time at the pottery shards and the flowers at the same time. Dinalbain starts to follow all of her directions, picking up this, dropping that, smashing those. Miranda and Cymbeline watch in awe.
Miranda mutters under her breath, "Outsmarted by a lobster. Awesome."
Agatha stops gesturing, and Donalbain steps back with a smile. He turns to his friends and begins to explain, "Agatha's a genius. I'm going to explain what she did and fill in the holes. Anyways, this 'belt' isn't actually a belt at all. You actually wrap it around your hands and use it to grind up pigments."
"The pottery pieces and the spathiphyllum are ingredients for a dye. Grind them up using the 'belt,' and you get this," Donalbain holds up a dark purple paste. Agatha excitedly gestures towards a bottle of water. Donalbain laughs, "Patience, please. I'm getting there."
"You add some water to this paste to make ink. Then, you can use this ink to write letters or even to paint pictures. Since this ink isn't black," Donalbain picks up the clay relief, "They probably used it for art, not writing. If you dip this clay carving in the ink, and slap it onto a smooth, flat surface, you get the picture on the carving, in royal purple."
Donalbain dips the tablet in the ink, and starts to stamp purple pictures of the guardian all over the booth.
Cymbeline smiles, "This sounds good, thanks Agatha. Let's submit. Is that okay with you?" He turns to Miranda.
Miranda huffs, "What about the sash?"
Donalbain laughs, "Who cares about the sash? Plus, the batteries I got from that jar is running low. I'm using the sash to power Agatha's ride. It's lightning flight stuff, after all."
Donalbain gestures to the winged hat, which now sports a lightning sash haphazardly attached to the coils of the laser. Before either Cymbeline or Miranda are able to protest, Donalbain clicked submit.