Joseph took to the offering without quite as much enthusiasm. He raised a hand but ultimately let it hang as he made out the bread's finer... Details. Did he really want to touch that? He couldn't let himself sink [i]that[/i] low. There was a long, disturbed pause from the man-- Too long, as it turns out, as an all-too-familiar, all-too-grubby hand snatched the bread out of sight. He was used to that by now, but it didn't stop him from scoffing and shaking his head as he straightened back up. [color=6ecff6]"You'll get sick."[/color] He warned absently as he folded his arms over his chest. They could do better than spoiled bread from a child, he just knew they could.

He left the thought, begrudgingly, when his name was called, and he quirked a brow at Piper, all muffled words and stuffed cheeks. He'd learned to translate by now. [color=6ecff6]"[i]Foulin'[/i] bread, that's all it is. Lad's hardly carrying loaves fresh from the oven."[/color] He just had to correct her at first, before he drew his attention down to the bizarre little boy in the spotlight. He couldn't have much, could he? Joseph looked him up and down and twisted at a bead-adorned strand of hair. [color=6ecff6]"Ha! Boy might just have quality tastes. ...Figure he would'a said somethin' by now. Hm. Lad with a broken voice, few things more tragic."[/color] He couldn't help but make light of it. Joseph glanced between the two before he settled on Piper and waggled his brows. He caught an odd glance, but thought little of it. Did something else just catch her eye? Hm.

He found himself peering at Jason out of the corner of his eye. It was hard what to make of the silent boy. Was he a thief offering food as an apology, or was he just a little brain addled? How could you even tell with mutes? [color=6ecff6]"A walk? What's--..."[/color] He could spot her unease from a mile off if he had to. He'd seen it too often. His lips twitched into a thin line and he peered suddenly over his shoulder. Quite the crowd, some more shiftily dressed than others. Even a woman all in dark leathers, he'd keep an eye on her. It all put him ill at ease, but he assured himself that they hadn't done anything wrong... At least today. [color=6ecff6]"...My ship."[/color] He repeated shortly after her. Piper was in his gaze now, and a tinge of disappointment was evident in his expression. He knew what she was suggesting. Children. Had they come so low as to rifle through the pockets of children? He pursed his lips at her and shook his head faintly. He wanted a crate of cargo, not the contents of a boy's pockets. How could a man make his fortune on that? 

[color=6ecff6]"...Grand idea."[/color] He let out after a pause. [color=6ecff6]"But you get to keep an eye on our tight-lipped friend, y'don't want him running off."[/color] He clapped her on the shoulder as he took the front of the group, and with a spin on his heel he peered back at them. He gave that woman, Isabeau, in the distance a pausing glance. He told himself to wait to see if she followed. Piper's schemes were low, but all the worse if somebody caught them in the act. Hells, he couldn't imagine the shame. [color=6ecff6]"...Show him real quick. Then we gotta' do what I told you about earlier."[/color] He relented with that, glancing between Piper and the boy. Without further delay, he jerked his head over his shoulder and turned with. Off he went en route to the docks, on the lookout for delightfully unattended cargo.

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