Kaya sighed and ran a hand through her hair, muttering under her breath, "What am I even supposed to do with these people?"
She wasn't even that angry about them stopping. The stalls were beautiful, she could understand that. The problem was that their "innocent" actions revealed too much. Buying fancy ribbons that no one else could afford? That practically shouted rich idiots passing through.
And Cutie? Oh, Cutie was a walking disaster. Not because he gave a tip — no, that part was fine. The problem was how he gave it. Unconsciously, he had explained to the vendor the perfect way to roast meat with salt and seasoning. Which, to anyone with half a brain, translated to:
"Hi, yes, I'm traveling with a group of people who definitely have expensive ingredients and supplies. Please rob us tonight".
Kaya stared at them for a long beat, then said, flatly, "Whatever. Just—don't attract attention."
