Cocoa pops his head in. "Did someone say immortal spice?"

"Yeah! Did you want to buy some?"

"How much have you got on you?"

"Three monthly bottles. One of those is mine and not for sale."

"Do you have access to more?"

"I have three years laid in in a warehouse in America. Why?"

"I'd like to buy a year's worth off you."

"Oh! What are you offering in exchange?"

"Two fifth-rank Sword tickets."

"I'm not that hard up for seals. Do you know any sword techniques you can part with?"

"I'm more of a fist fighter but I've got Rising Falcon Blade."

"Haven't heard of it. What rank?"

"Second into third, built-in agility technique."

"I'll trade you a year's worth for that."

"Two years."

"A year and four months."

"Two years. It's two third-rank techniques, I can't go lower than six hundred."

"Five hundred and that's my final offer."

"Five hundred and you throw in whatever's left in your current bottle as a gift to Trys."

"Deal!"

"Delivery within a week for both of us?"

"Sounds good to me."

"And you give Trys her share now."

"No problem!"

She goes into the kitchen and returns with what looks like a gold-inlaid pepper mill.

"One turn of the crank onto whatever food you want to enhance. I just opened a new bottle a week ago, this should be good for about seventy meals." 

She offers it to Trys. "It's yours."

She's been nibbling at her Epic Sandwich this whole time. She wants to object but presumably Cocoa doesn't like feeling indebted either.

"Very fancy. Thank you! I'll probably save it for one meal a day, maybe less... Does it taste like anything by itself?"