Re: [At the Carnival]
[The truth was that Misha's fiddle playing had been much better than just fine, but compliments weren't really something that he knew a whole lot about, not with the house that him and his brother had grown up in. So fine was reflex reaction.
Oliver held his own talents in such high esteem, they would have required different baking directions(if we were talking about brownies and not oil paint or thievery). He didn't see a feasibly twist or turn of events that might lead to him taking his socks off(and them misplacing them long enough for them to disappear). So he gave Radish a crooked look that was part scheme and part consideration. The scheme was because Oliver didn't know how to back down from a game of risk or even a simple dare. The consideration was because Radish seemed real sure of himself.] The socks aren't prize enough? They're real comfortable socks. [Yeah, he was talking the socks up. It was a tease to pique interest because Oliver did like harmless games of theft and misdirection as much as any mislead youth. Jude's current state of maturity meant that Oliver was left dreaming of picking pockets rather than acting on it. But that was okay, he trusted Jude's reasoning, and speaking of Judeā¦]
Jude, this is Misha. [He stated while brother rose to stand.]