Both?! Hey– [ Stephen exclaims, offended. He lowers his hands as his eyes follow the (old!) shopkeeper's route to the conjured meal. ] I caught her–

Oh, you "caught her" all right, and look at the state of things now. [ The shopkeeper gestures toward the couple dozen dumplings – okay, maybe more – spilled over the dirt-streaked pavement of the Pavilion. Stephen scowls, flicks his hand as he begins a spell, until the shopkeeper waves her arms emphatically. ] No! No conjured food, you'll ruin my reputation!

[ Oh – lord. Okay, guess enough people here use magic to have opinions about that kind of thing. Stephen sighs, at least so distracted by his own petty annoyance that the monsters attempting to crawl out from under his skin feel like a distant memory. He twists his mouth, twirls two fingers in the air, gently floats the toppled tray to the cashier side of the cart and the sullied dumplings into a nearby trash can. ]

Fine. Here – at least it's cleaned up. [ He turns back to the thief – flicks his palm, replaces the stolen drumstick with a new one, then gestures toward it. ] I'm assuming you don't have some kind of... ideological opposition to ethically-sourced chicken.

[ Mostly ethical. It's complicated. ]