"Perhaps on the way, if we're going out."

Kramsi will conduct his useless girlfriend to a restaurant that happens to be good enough for him.  Kramsi is not a terrible person, though, and will order equally nice food for Groya too, plus a dessert to split.

His girlfriend will try to eat like a civilized person who is used to being in territory where plants can grow and not incredibly impressed by their taste.

A couple of minutes into pretending this very ordinary thing that countless millions of people have pretended before - to not be impressed by the food they're eating - it'll feel like something clicks into place; the Summoned Hero now knows how to pretend this thing in the way of Kekaro, or there is an illusion that she does, a groove into which she could let the pretense fall and then spend less concentration on it.

- weird. Sure. She wants to be more like a local while she eats local food. Why is that the kind of thing the universe can learn, rather than - 

- maybe even in her universe, the universe learns the shape of raindrops and leaves??? It doesn't feel quite right. 

Kramsi magnanimously asks whether his woman wishes any more food or dessert.  This is a restaurant such as D-rank adventurers attend; there is in fact more food to be had, for the asking.

She'd have another dessert. 

Nobody should exit Midvale without trying whatever regional dessert this is!

It's not that Carissa has never in her life had nice food! It's just been a couple years. 

She appreciates her second dessert.

Exit Kramsi, heading towards a certain particular part of town.

With, once they're unobserved, a small child accompanying, dressed in what other small children wear.

The town continues to have a graffiti problem.

...it's possible that some of these graffiti artists are not totally on board with what other people might consider to be a standard, non-heretical interpretation of what Asmodeus is all about.

Carissa is more curious whether stylistically they appear to all be one person with a very specific interest or whether this is a more general phenomenon.

Some of these graffiti artists are definitely less competent than others.

Asmodeus, if He in fact has a plan for this world, may specifically dislike his own followers. 

Not that she knows that much about Asmodeus and what He wants. She's going to be flying completely blind, here, if He doesn't tell her. 

A harried-looking adventurer-dad and his five-year-old boy approach a shop that displays metal ingots in its outdoor windows, heavy bars of copper and titanium, gold and platinum and iridium, and vials of colored powders sealed and then Vacuum-purged.  All lie behind simple glass, not guarded.  Pure metals are not expensive; alloys are.

And the Transmuter Device itself, presumably, is. ...where is it.

There's an impressively solid door at the back of the shop, with no visible lock and a single pullbar, with a glowing magical gem in the center of an elaborated pattern.