Oh? I'd have thought you'd love to have the taste of sweets on your tongue for a day.

[Xiao Xingchen picks up the items, the pin in his left hand and the stone in his right.

Rolling over the stone in his hand, he supposes he'll take the shopkeeper's word for it that it won't warm, given how bitingly cold it feels right now. He searches for the fixture for a moment before he sets it back where he found it. If he had any less self-restraint, he'd rub his hand against his leg to heat the skin back up.]

I suppose someone else can find a use for this stone.

[But not him, so he turns his attention to the pin.

He twirls it between his fingers, trying to find what's so unusual about it. However, he certainly notices the very moment that his feet lift off of the floor in front of the wares--he just can't tell if he's ten feet above the ground or just above it! By the time he tries to reach for the floor, his fingers just miss it as he starts to rise higher.]

Ah...!

[His robes and hair billow as if underwater, also unconstrained by gravity as he reaches for anything to hold onto.]