Bordering On Brokering

[FennWenn]

Since Nevin hadn’t taken back the potion, it found its way back into Fenn’s bag. If thievery was a moral sickness, then the little fae probably had moral leprosy. Maybe that was why bad shit was alwa- ooooh, these forks were shiny. Gingerly, Fenn prodded the shiny silverware. A slight, searing sting greeted him, as if he had brushed his hands over a hot stove. He snatched his fingers back immediately and hissed softly at the obviously iron-wrought cutlery.

Inconsiderate human venues...

Derived of a shiny to distract himself with, (or slip into his bag,) the boy fidgeted in his seat. It was warm and cozy in here; this cafe, a good spot on an otherwise blighted area. Fenn suspected it was one of those venues that was too good to mess with. As such, obtaining food from here was guaranteed to be great. Lost in his own thoughts, the boy missed half of what beanpole was blathering about — except for the end of his order, that was. A puckered frown pinched Fenn’s face. How come beanpole got four whole things of food, and he only got one? Unfair! He was a growing boy— er well, perhaps not either of those things, but definitely a hungry imp. The imp decided against registering a written complaint though. At least he wasn’t paying for the one platter he was getting.

Though, since he was sitting by a flat surface now, he actually could join in the pre-meal conversation. There wasn’t much else to do until the whatever-beanpole-ordered arrived.

WHY THIEF BAD, BEANPOLE MAN? Fenn noted with a huff, writing in a dapple of frost he had made on the tabletop. WHAT IF THIEF TAKE FROM WORSE PEOPLE? NOBLE PROFESSION! LIBERATE THE OBJECTS!

To Nevin, he directed; WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE EVERYWHERE?

“Excuse me?”

OUTSIDE STONEVALE. YOU ARE IN MY EVERYWHERE. And, judging from his squinty stare, the young puck was displeased by this. Highly displeased. People belonged where they lived so that Fenn could do the unexpected visiting, thank you very much!