[Center=Dead Center][Color=MediumPurple][h1]Matina[/h1][/color][/center]

Matina took back her hand only to place it on her hip as she turned her headand lifted her chin slightly. [Color=MediumPurple]"What? Me? [i]Steal?[/i]"[/color] She gasped dramatically, flicking an imaginary piece of hair over her shoulder with her free hand (since it was in a bun anyway). [Color=MediumPurple]"I would never! I am a good, law-abiding child of our Lord, and frankly for you to place [i]such[/i] an accusation on my good name is quite hurtful to my poor soul-,"[/color] Matina said in her best 19th century southern woman accent, trying her best to hold back a laugh. [Color=MediumPurple]"-But for you..anything,"[/color] she ended, giving a playful wink.

Matina still wondered why everyone was still going on about the whole muffin situation. To her, she did nothing wrong; she was first and that muffin was there for the taking, but she was determined to get Ursula to dance with her, though it might get her fired if she continuously took food, but y'know, what's done is done. She'd pay for them eventually. Or just not get caught.