Nevin had very quietly placed himself on damage control. He made sure he was always at most eight feet away from the small bundle of energy, and was watching her closely. Each time she knocked a bottle over, thin crimson threads shot out from his hand and prevented it from actually spilling. It was an odd sight, like strands of hair emerging from his skin to become bands and little ropes that would catch the glass bottles. He actually missed when Rainee mentioned asking him to play with the girl, but he did blink when Mylie knocked over another bottle, and threads shot out to catch it.
Dark red eyes turned to the pleading mother and he blinked again. Then he looked down at his belt and he began rummaging through the various pouches hanging there - then he let out a soft noise of triumph. He brought out a small orb, barely larger than a marble, wrapped in a small twist of cloth. He turned his eyes back to the bounding girl. And grinned. He could distract Mylie, that was true.
"Hey, Mylie. Candy." He grinned, and the small cloth-covered orb was taken into the end of a bundle of threads. He waved it in front of Mylie, dangling it just out of reach - and conveniently, in a direction where if she lunged for it, she would land on empty floor. Then he turned his attention towards Felicity, processing what the bubbly teen had asked.
"Ah, no. Not a fan of sweet things." That damn cupcake box taunted him. He had to find a use for it at some point. "I'll take coffee if you have any, but don't go out of your way, I'm not particularly thirsty." Inwardly, the male alchemist was trying to remember if he had been a hellion growing up. He didn't think so - he had, ah, rebelled in different ways. A faint frown crossed his face. Different ways indeed. He shoved the leaking memories back and focused on teasing and taunting Mylie, keeping her distracted and in a clear area so she didn't damage anything else.
