"Soooo where do we get hats?"

"I bet there's a women's hat store around here somewhere though I don't know exactly where."

"I guess we could look around?"

"Yeah, it won't be far. Just keep an eye out for fancy hats."

"I dunno if we need fancy."

"The ones in the window will be fancy even if they sell normal ones."

"Oh. Okay."

So she'll walk around and look.

There's a hat shop! They walk in.

Hagan immediately gets into an argument with the proprietor, somehow. 

" - let's find a different one."

She follows him out. "What happened?"

"He was rude! So we'll take our business elsewhere. That's how commerce works. Rude shopkeepers improve or go out of business."

"Okay, I guess."

They can look for a different one?

They can find a perfectly satisfactory hat shop whose proprietor does not offend him. 

Zara and Korva can both be fitted for hats.

(She doesn't actually care about hats that much but probably Korva is trying to look out for her and she should try to cooperate with that.)

She has some hat opinions for Zara. She doesn't have very many for herself. Something plain.

"What's your favorite color?"

Her favorite color is blue.

"Black."

This woman is so intensely concerning but you can't, like, dress your prisoners up in clothes they said they didn't want because you think you knew better. Plain black hat it is. 

And then they can walk a while through the city to the place where they've rented an apartment for the month.

That seems fine.

The apartment is up four flights of stairs. It has two bedrooms with a bed each, and windows open to the outside.  It's miserably hot. Hagan taps them both on the shoulder and casts something and then it is instead a wonderfully pleasant temperature. 

"Anyone home?"

       "Yes," Fazil calls back. "We should be good here."

"Have you checked in with your temple?"

       "Not yet. I'll leave once Mahdi's back. Are they okay?"

"We got some books. And hats. Maybe you can grab dinner while you're out. What kind of stuff do you like, Zara?"

"Meat stuff, pasta stuff, cheese, sweet breads, regular breads... I can try whatever, though. I guess."

"We have all that. Does she like those things too?" He nods at Korva.

"She'll eat it all."

He nods and translates the food items for Fazil. "I guess you two can...pick which room you want to share?"

Nod.

Zara inspects the rooms and picks one.