"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She chuckles. "Yer in a whole room of 'em, friend."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She seems amused, a light in her eye. "Of course, if we were gonna steal from y', we already would have."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Which is probably why they're still full, friend."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Um, we're not thieves," Soul hesitantly interjected, slightly raising his hand and giving a little wave as he did so. He knew how their appearances seemed to suggest otherwise. There had been countless times where the sight of him in his intimidating black armor had left people terrified, and Zogin looked fairly shifty herself.
Especially with the way that she was watching Finn - knowing her, she was thinking about what he had stolen and how she wished that she was in possession of it herself.
After looking around at the faces of the bar's occupants, Soul hurriedly added, "Not that we have a problem with thieves in general!"
"Unless they kill, of course," Zogin interjected. "By the way, what's on the menu today?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
From behind the bar, Finn caught the gaze of Zogin, and noted her probable desire of his prize. "Hey, milady. You come in t' see the spoils?" He smirked, then briefly nodded to Chris.
"Kid - keep y' hands in yer pockets 'fore a thief snatches what's inside." Finn chuckled, his arms still holding his catch - tightly.
Bo simply listened and watched as the boy's hands went to his belongings, and grinned. That was one of the quickest ways to let a thief know where your valuables are. He watched Finn peek his head out from the bar, but looked to Thuki.
"Ey, Thuki. If I coul get some oatmeal that'd be fantastic."
"I'd like some of that oatmeal as well," Zogin agreed, her gaze still focused on the stolen goods. Soul groaned - he knew exactly what she was thinking. Sometimes he felt more like her babysitter than her best friend, despite them being around the same age. He was sure that he was the majority of her impulse control, and the thought of them being possibly separated in the future terrified him because he didn't know what she would do.
"That is a lot of gems," Zogin pointed out to Finn, slightly shrugging.
Soul crossed his arms. "Zogin."
She looked back at him. "What?"
"You can't go taking something that was stolen!" he exclaimed. "I'm not going to let you, Zogin. And I'm not just saying that because I'm worried about you getting into trouble. I'd get in trouble too!"
"TWO OATMEALS," she hollers back to Ol' Meik. "Well? Y' in?" Thuki asks Finn.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
