I hadn't planned on buying anything, but a strange grouping of mugs featuring flying pigs, a school of fish, and a pair of dragons called me back for a second look.
Of course, the second look is merely the gateway to the parting with cash. Once I had the dragon mug in my hands and Ben was suggesting I drink wine from it while watching Game of Thrones, the deal was done.
The cranky, era-appropriate woman I bought it from was clearly unimpressed with my singular purchase and showed it by packing my little prize in a crumpled bag that was very likely from the same century. That is, definitely last century.
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