"I fixed it," Fisher said. "Back home what you fix, you keep. Very old, very good Drosselmeyer rule. Only leads to a little larceny and very rarely time in jails."
She reached out and, with a blatant and jolly disregard for personal space, began securing the watch around Tanek's wrist. "For witches there is an easy flame and cold spell in the framing. For non-witchy magical immortal boys, ach, who knows? Perhaps it gives you better service in restaurants or newsstands. Perhaps you start to look worth mugging. Perhaps you trade it for beans. Either way – " She leaned back, hands spread in a classic ta da! - "it is now yours."
"You have the wrists like a sad violinist," she added thoughtfully.