Are you going to stop stealing from a sweet old– [ the shopkeeper glares at him; he glances at her, then back at the thief, ] – from a sweet lady?
[ The shopkeeper rolls her eyes, though the moment of pause affords Stephen enough perspective to realize – the kid's hungry, right? That's why she's nabbing dumplings. (Obviously.) Maybe going full Les Mis on her isn't exactly the best tack, especially with the particular skill set at his disposal.
So he relaxes his shoulders. Sighs. Raises his hands in a disarming gesture as the Crimson Bands fall from the woman's arms and dissolve into sparks before they hit the ground. ]
All right. Hey – here. [ He twirls the index and middle finger of one raised hand, apparates a plain white plate onto the edge of the cart where the tray of dumplings had once sat. On it – a quarter chicken, roasted green beans, and mashed potatoes, shimmering briefly before they solidify into existence. ] Happy?
[ "No!" the sweet (old) lady exclaims, but Stephen ignores her for the time being, eyes fixed on the thief. ]
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[ The shopkeeper rolls her eyes, though the moment of pause affords Stephen enough perspective to realize – the kid's hungry, right? That's why she's nabbing dumplings. (Obviously.) Maybe going full Les Mis on her isn't exactly the best tack, especially with the particular skill set at his disposal.
So he relaxes his shoulders. Sighs. Raises his hands in a disarming gesture as the Crimson Bands fall from the woman's arms and dissolve into sparks before they hit the ground. ]
All right. Hey – here. [ He twirls the index and middle finger of one raised hand, apparates a plain white plate onto the edge of the cart where the tray of dumplings had once sat. On it – a quarter chicken, roasted green beans, and mashed potatoes, shimmering briefly before they solidify into existence. ] Happy?
[ "No!" the sweet (old) lady exclaims, but Stephen ignores her for the time being, eyes fixed on the thief. ]