The markets of Agrabah were filled with all kinds of interesting things, carpets, clothing, food, but for Hotaru the lamps were far more appealing. They had lamps in all different shapes, colors and sizes. A tiny cute blown pink glass oil lamp caught her eye and once the object had been purchased and carefully wrapped Hotaru made her way back toward the house.
That was when she noticed the older senshi slipping out.

“Haruka-san?”

While always ready for a battle for some reason she seemed even more prepared today. Maybe it was that she already had her space sword out.

“Is there something wrong?”