[ It's not every day that she finds something shiny in her food. Sure, there are times when her companions cook something suspicious that would make an entire heavily-populated city sick, but nothing like this, she thinks. She peers into the bowl of ramen she's ordered, a familiar fare from the days and weeks and months she's spent in Inazuma, before she deftly picks up a glittering piece of rock between her chopsticks.
It's definitely the same thing she's been picking up from the rooftops of the establishments around Jigoku.
She glances around the other patrons' food, blinking at the same shiny, sparkly rock that's scattered all across the noodles and charsiu pork elegantly arranged on the bowl (despite it being a food truck thing). The other festival food contains it, too: sprinkled like bonito flakes on the takoyaki, mixed in with the sauce for the poutine, scattered on top of the icing for what looks like cupcakes.
In any case, she leans towards the person next to her, her eyes focused on the sparkling things on their food. ]
You know, I found some of those on the ground. You don't think ...
[ The vendor picked it up and sprinkled it there?? She tries not to think about it ... ]
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[ Lumine has eaten her way through the festival.
This much is obvious from the small pile of refuse next to her on a table: oil paper from croquette vendors, disposable trays from the takoyaki stall, bamboo sticks that once held dango and yakitori ... and she looks very happy with herself. Happy, and maybe a little red on the cheeks, because as it happens, some of the food she's consumed has a bit of stardust in it, unnoticed from all the bright lights in the festival square.
But she's now ready to throw away her garbage and go through the food stalls all over again in search of something new to eat when she senses a hand slip into the pocket of her skirt, deft fingers wrapping around the purse full of stardust she's just managed to acquire. It's instinctive that Lumine's own hand, despite her current state, wrap around the offending wrist, throwing them over her shoulder—
... And possibly over to the next table. Another table, to be exact, possibly disrupting their meal and enjoyment of the festival? Look, she would've tried to settle this in a very calm and peaceful manner, but she's quite excitable today. ]
I'm sorry, [ she offers them a faint smile, apologetic. Her fingers are still wrapped around the would-be thief's wrist, her wallet held in their hand. ] Someone here was trying to steal from me. Let me pay for your meal as an apology.
— mingle (open)
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