The one girl seemed to be very familiar with the speakers in the Guild Hall, and their newest introduction, Kyogen. She must be very outgoing and have arrived to the party early, or she was already a long-term member of this Guild. Interesting to note, many of these people, like himself, were very new. Almost as if this was a second wave of recruiting. The possibilities as to [i]why[/i] there was an abrupt second wave swirled about in Cricket's forebrain, some benign and some horrifying. It was perhaps this preoccupation of thought that took his direct awareness away from the immediate surroundings, allowing this extroverted Hylian girl to run into him. 

Unsure as to what would happen next, a tiny light with gossamer wings flitted from the youthful Sheikah's shoulder, blinking out of sight a half second later. 

It seemed deliberate. His own Clan has an unspoken game among its younger members; the game had no name, but consisted mainly of various attempts to relieve each other of the items on their person or in their pockets. Most of the time these items were returned after a while, but sometimes kids got greedy. 

It was accepted law that Sheikah don't steal from one another. There must be trust within their ranks as they depended upon each other to survive daily. Still, they found little ways to entertain themselves and practice their sleight-of-hand skills without [i]actually[/i] stealing. One of the techniques often implemented was the classic "bump". Oldest trick in the Book, one could say, but it worked. Otherwise, it wouldn't be in the Book. 

It could be that he was wrong, however. Far be it for him to leap to premature conclusions, his face assumed a vaguely amused look as he waved away the slight upon his personal space. Cricket beamed his usual warm smile for a second, before holding up a single finger. With a thoughtful look, he poked about in his pockets and patted his coat down, until an expression of minor victory asserted itself on his features. 

Cricket drew a single, small, mottled green apple from an exterior coat pocket, and held it out to Mari. It was unlikely that anyone could deduce the origin of this diminutive fruit, as unlikely as any of these people visiting the Kokiri Forest and sticking around for a meal. Seemed as good an olive branch as anything, and with his limited communication it was probably best to start making connections early. 

Purely coincidentally, this action also allowed Cricket to ascertain if the young girl had, in fact, lifted something from him.

[@Ryuzaki]