Piper stared long and hard at the lint-covered, hairy piece of bread, letting a moment of silence beat between them. When she'd had enough time to gather her thoughts, she flicked her gaze between the child and food, and came to the realization that that bread was the most glorious gift she could ever have the privilege of receiving. Forget the fact that he was offering it to Joey. She leaned forward to snatch it from the boy's hand. Anything of Joey's was also hers. Her fingers thoughtlessly plucked at the bits of fuzz that clung to her breakfast, and when she was satisfied, she took a large bite, muttering something gleeful through a full mouth.

[color=f7941d]"Joey."[/color] she swallowed her bite and cocked her head toward the child, [color=f7941d]"Boy's fed, yeh? Seems t'be likin' ye qui' a bit."[/color] initially oblivious of the woman watching her, [color=f7941d]"Got bread 'e jess carries 'roun'n th'like. Figgers 'e likes y'a lo'. Think s'the beads?"[/color] she wiggled her fingers in the air as if they were a cat batting the strands, [color=f7941d]"Figger s'gotta be'at."[/color] her gaze snapped back to the child. If he had bread, what else was he hiding in those pockets of his? She took another slow bite of the snack and accidentally spat a few flecks out of her mouth, [color=f7941d]"Laddie."[/color] she wiped a hand across her lips, [color=f7941d]"Y'talk a'tall?"[/color] and, at that moment while she was staring at the child, a figure past him stood out in the daylight. She watched Isabeau from her peripheral vision, betraying no acknowledgement of the woman's staring. 

The redhead brought herself to her full height again (which wasn't much to brag about) and gestured to Joey with the bread, [color=f7941d]"S'pose y'wanna go fer a walk. S'a nice day for it, aye?"[/color] The girl struggled to hide her sudden discomfort. She cast a glance about the street--a subtle way to determine if her gut instinct was right. It definitely felt like they were still being watched, [color=f7941d]"This little lad really likes ye. 'e know yer a sailor?"[/color] she gestured to the docks nearby, [color=f7941d]"Wanna show 'im yer shep?"[/color] It looked like the docks had mostly cleared out anyway. This was a prime opportunity.

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