The little crow’s sanguine expression swiveled to follow Toby towards her newfound path of least resistance. In brisk, bouncing, steps the young girl skipped at Toby’s side.

“Ooo! He can play too. Hey, Bread Boy, I want to play a game!” She shouts towards William. “Or are you boring?”

She seems to mentally register the reason for this diversion as they approach William and she lowers her voice to a more conversational level rather than yelling over the crowd.

“Aw, wait. Chores? Boring. Boring boring boring. Just like Big Z-“ The Bilica nickname for Weasel; they would never call him that themselves. “- and Gav; chores.” She makes a sour expression and sticks her tongue out as if tasting something nasty. She promptly begins to ignore the two despite having tailed them briefly, and swivels on her heels to look around the crowded streets.

She almost looked deflated enough to warrant pity. Almost.