“See!” Alice said with a sigh, her shoulders dropping as she stared at the bowl in front of her, her hands unmoving as she contemplated what he was saying. Pressing charges, Merlin, she could only imagine what would happen if this Aberforth bloke weren’t such a nice guy.
“How can you do that? Just sit there as if stealing something wasn’t some big deal! That’s-- that’s not how you cope with things, Frankie.” It wasn’t very often that AJ lost her composure, but she was definitely not calm now as she spoke with her brother. She let out another sigh, as if to gain her calm tone again, not quite succeeding. “What would you have done if he hadn’t been so nice about it Frankie?”