Jareth/Mag | around 12:14PM (after Sky) | Bazaar ; food stall
When she'd spoken to Jareth, Mag hadn't known what to expect. He was being cordial, though it seemed to take some effort. Her first impression wasn't the best, but she told herself that perhaps he just disliked talking to strangers.
"Bigger than them is good. They're not at eye level then, so it's easier for them to go unnoticed." Sure, getting caught red-handed could be trouble, but most kids that age were fast and knew how to use the crowds to their advantage when they had to get away. It wasn't an uncommon sight in the Bazaar. "Makes the escape easier, too."
After a pause, she asked, "You're Jareth Monaco, right?" She considered introducing herself as Aspel's friend and seeing if that would work magic on his attitude, but then decided against it. She was trying to get a feel for what he was really like—better to act as though she was just another stranger. "I think I've seen you around the guildhalls," she lied.