Bored was certainly not what the crone needed to be. Bored and needing more ingredients, even worse. She was on the prowl for more blood. She needed it, and she had yet to find anyone who really fit what she wanted. The City's children were only so helpful, and she needed one of these less than captives to fill her need. Henry, Rufio, Eric, the god, they were all very useful, but she needed someone who had no power yet had the heart. The heart was always a good thing to have in the blood.
She knew of only a few that fit the above, and she was now hunting one of them. Her lips pulled slowly to a smile as she found him. It had taken some doing without the blood or even hair, nothing to work from, but there he was in his mundane little world, going about his mundane little life. He was a Mundie.
She walked into the coffee place, though the coffee was nothing like what they served for Aladdin. That was real coffee. This was watered down for the masses offal. She brushed along, touching this person and that; she wanted to cause just a little confusion, but nothing quite yet. She was prepping the area.