Destiny elbows him. 

"September 5th!" she says brightly. "Well. That's the anniversary of the day he saved me from a blood-clinger and then I saved him from a swarm of shrikes. I guess we weren't official-official together 'till a couple weeks later, but, you know." 

"I think getting through another year is definitely something to celebrate. I know, I know, life is hard, but if you don't take moments for yourself now and then you'll burn out. Tell you what - I'll give you a chocolate bar now on the condition that you two make time to share it together when you both have a free moment. Fair enough?"

"Sure! Wow, that's really generous of you." 

Morty is SO SUSPICIOUS and is definitely going to be checking over that chocolate for poison or mind-control spells or something. He smiles at the girl, though, no sense antagonizing people on the first day. 

She smiles and sips her coffee and fishes out a chocolate bar and passes it to Destiny. "Here you go." 

(The chocolate is entirely unspelled and unpoisoned.)

"Awww, thank you! You're a sweetie." 

"I try. What was life like in Oakland for you two? Busy, I expect? Lots of drilling?"

One of the older Pisans has wandered over, enticed by the coffee's smell, which is much better than she's had in... probably two years, no one she knew brought anything good last year. She's hanging a step back, though; the merchant girl is giving sentimental gifts, which is too interesting to interrupt.

She waves at the Pisan. "I see you over there. Don't let my conversation hold you up if you're looking to buy."

"I may want to buy coffee, but I would like to try it, first, since you've offered. I did not manage to have anyone bring decent coffee in this year or last."

She fills a cup from the moka pot and offers it to the senior. "It's the real deal, have a try."

She eyes it excitedly and takes a deep breath, then takes a long sip. She bursts out, "Oddio-!", but she cuts herself off before she can say anything more in Italian.

She takes another sip before continuing in English. "This is lovely. How much do you have?"

"A kilo or so. Enough for a cup every day for months."

"I'll buy-" she stops herself. Considers. She really shouldn't just buy the whole lot... ah, what the hell, she can trade the spells she wrote herself. And she knows a good preservation spell that can keep it from going stale for months.

"Oria Calloconti, and I'll take the lot. And a blasting bracelet. I'll give you my shield spell for it - I wrote it last semester and it's what I'm relying on for graduation. Latin. But no trading it onward, even after I'm out."

A spell a senior just wrote recently may have too much mana draw for a freshman to use, but this is still a pretty lopsided deal in Isabel's favor.

She doesn't have Latin, but she does have French, and she'd have time to work on Latin...

"I'll give you everything less one pot for that price."

"I'd take... 800 grams, the bracelet, and a future favor. Take point on a tricky maintenance shift for one of my younger cousins, something on that scale."

She considers. 

"You have a deal."

"Excellent. What was your name?"

"I'm Lily. Pleasure doing business with you."

"Likewise. Good luck with your other sales."