The large room inside the warehouse was lit up in an unnatural yellow light that shone down from an array of bare lightbulbs that hung from the mostly-empty ceiling. Down below, however, the rows and rows of booths that were crammed in together made the room feel very tightly-packed, and the customers walking between them only served to make it feel even more cramped. The booths were set up kind of like the city street blocks, in that there would be a few packed together side-by-side and then a gap for ponies to walk through before the next bunch. They all seemed to gloss together in the gaze of Flight and Kevin who looked upon the market with unfamiliar eyes—the plastic signs in front with their neutral-coloured text were barely even read.

"Nnngh, it's crowded in here," Kevin said, looking around. "And loud."

"Heh, yeah," Flight replied. She looked at a booth to her right as they walked past that had rows of fresh apples laid out on the counter. A grinning stallion who stood with one of the fruit in his magical grasp was busy polishing one with a towel. "We should be able to get out of here soon... we just gotta find the booth and get the parts for the engine."

"Which booth are we looking for?" Kevin asked.

"Hmm, let's see." Flight reached back to her saddlebag and pulled out the scrap of paper. "Looks like... we need to talk to somepony named 'Cotton Fluff'. Her booth should have her name on it, I guess."

"Huh, okay. Guess we should just look around 'til we find her, huh?"

Flight rolled her eyes. "Yeah, if you wanna waste a lot of time." She turned to a booth to her left that had a tall wooden rack to the side with row after row of hoofmade candles, all different shapes and sizes. As Kevin looked at the multicoloured swirls of the wax inside, he could smell their aromas wafting over and mixing together into a singular disgusting scent that overwhelmed him to the point of nausea. "Excuse me, sir," Flight said, looking at the brown-coated stallion behind the booth. He smiled warmly.

"How do you do, miss? Care to purchase a candle or three?"

"Hmm..." Flight glanced over at the candles on the shelf and narrowed her eyes. "Maybe another time," she said, turning back. "We were wondering if perhaps you could tell us where to find Cotton Fluff's booth."

"Oh, why didn't you say so?" The stallion snickered.

"I just did," Flight said flatly.

"Of course, of course. Let's see, now..." The stallion raised a hoof and pointed past Flight to the far corner of the room. "It's way down there, off in the far corner. Big booth with a yeller sign, much like yourself. Can't miss it. And that Cotton Fluff there is a pretty lass with a blonde mane, but she really knows her stuff."

"Thank you," Flight said, turning away. "Have a good day, sir."

"You too!" he called after her. "You sure you don't wanna buy any candles for your coltfriend here?"

Ignoring the stallion, Flight kept walking past the booth and into the crowd and it was all Kevin could do to follow the butter yellow pegasus before he lost sight of her.