Schmendrick looked up just in time to catch the smirk. The return grin was warm, amused, and it was still on his face as he ducked his head and shoved the paper under his arm. He'd finally given up on the robe; though he really didn't care what other people thought of him, he found that sometimes blending in was actually useful. Today, he was just another guy in a modern shirt-and-pants.
He reached for his coffee, but sometimes his luck didn't want to cooperate. The cup teetered on the edge of the bench, then splashed all over the ground at his feet. Some people would've cursed - Schmendrick let out a sharp bark of a laugh. Great.