[ Why is it that being kind keeps getting them into trouble lately?

Unfortunately for whoever Lion was paired with, they ran off with barely more then a quick "I heard something" the second the crying started. Thankfully, someone wearing bright red is easy to follow - but by the time they catch up, the rich kid's already held at knifepoint, arms up, trying to diffuse the situation before anyone gets hurt. ]

I- ah- [ They flash a quick, nervous smile, trying to disarm the situation while trying to backpedal like a champ. ] I really wouldn't advise doing this. Maybe we could... talk about it instead...?

[ yeah no that's not gonna work. Help pls? ]

Oh, this is wonderful.

[ Okay, so maybe the cabbage soup isn't fantastic. But after the sterile environment of the Bureau, Lion's desperate for something even slightly more familiar - and here they're practically dashing from stall to stall, examining wares, talking to the sellers... except it hasn't really occurred to them to check if they could afford any of this. Oops. ]

Do you think anyone here would have a notebook...? [ More said to themself rather then to their companion. But maybe you're getting a bit annoyed at being ignored? ]

[ Okay this? They know how to do this. (Hopefully, if anything from that time sunk in)

Lion can be found examining either the crates (and ink powder) or the barn later on, per shenanigans and the will of the TDM itself, trying their hardest to figure out how this detectiving business works on the fly. It's mostly about noticing clues and taking notes, right? That sounds about right. Except they've got nothing to write on....

Don't ask how they snuck in. They don't really know either. ]

Why would ink dust be significant...? It doesn't seem like something that would normally be worth smuggling.

[ Or something else? I'm open to suggestions! ]