William
"Oh, it's fine. I'm almost used to it given it happens when I *Don't* Do what police and guards tell me.

Her mood dropped as soon as her unintentional show off had ended, her bendy arms swinging freely until they ceased as the other's expression... Died, their reply to her question regarding the restaurant shifting into a less... Motivated tone. "Ah, I see. Best one in Newark huh? Good for him *And* You."

"Lemme guess; you're concerned about the crime thing huh?" She asked, being obviously up front with the whole thing. "I know, you're not the first to think like that. Still; I don't know whether I'll go back to it as soon as I'm done here, but rest assured: I don't have any on me right now and I don't plan on doing so while I'm here in Sweden." Sitting on the counter once more, she sent one of her rubber limbs to push the cookies towards the boyish gal in a futile attempt to cheer them up.

Whether they took one or not, it's at least comforting for Margarita to know that the mood quickly switched, although it wasn't as bright as before, it was better. "Oh, uh, yeah, sure; anytime works."
Stephen
◆ "It's not that." She sighed, that all-too-familiar tightness in her throat showing its face again. "It's just... My brother. It's a sore spot, I guess."

□ Gaze fixed on the floor at a roughly 60° angle, her voice hung heavy with sadness, a quick shift from a few minutes prior when she'd been happily chatting about whatever it was that was on the chatting block. It always happened when Basil came up; sure, the pair had fought lots growing up, but at the end of the day they'd always had each other's backs, and having to watch the light flicker from his eyes as the tracks on his arms got worse and he sunk into inconsolability was nearly as painful as the worst she'd personally gone through in her own life.

▪︎ Needless to say, she was a bit down.

◆ "Oh, uh... Thanks." She quietly spoke, accepting the cookie and taking a small bite out of it. "Just give me a few, I'll be fine... It just hurts, y'know? Watching someone you care about be consumed by addiction. It's a rot and I wish I could cut it out of him..."

• Maybe it was a bit too deep to be sharing with a virtual stranger, but nothing screamed *I'm fighting my demons right now* Quite like oversharing to someone who could use that information against her.
William
"Ah. Gotcha." She quietly answered. She and this Basil seemed to be in the same spot, but she knew who'd be getting on the right path first and easier.

"Hey, cheer up. He's still got a future ahead of him. He just needs help from you and himself." Help that wouldn't even be offered to the rubber band the moment they look at her criminal record. Help others deserved more than a coke trafficker.

"I'd assume. I never actually saw anyone snort the stuff; I just saw them receive it from me. And hey, take your time, *Amica*, but remember you have a pan with something in it."

One hand, attached to a noodle-like limb, would find itself on the girl's bony back, patting her lightly on the back. It was the least Margarita could do. She might've been the one delivering the stuff, and he may have been the onr consuming them, but she felt oddly sympathetic to him and his sitet, who now found herself in a Juvenile Detention Facility for her powers, away from the safety of her family.
Stephen
◆ "I guess so." She glumly replied, her shoulders sinking lightly. "It just... Sucks."

□ For fear of sounding like a broken record she zipped her lips up tight, turning back to check her sausages. Flipping them with tongs, she noted the browning on the bottom, a bit darker than she'd have wanted it otherwise, and made a note that she'd have to keep a good eye on 'em from here on out. Whilst she was turned around though she felt a hand on her back, and though she initially jumped slightly she found herself easing into the comfort. It was odd, sure, coming from someone who admitted to being some sort of drug dealer, but...

▪︎ Comfort was comfort.

◆ "Thanks. Uh... How'd you even wind up in that situation? Y'know, dealing coke or whatever you did." She inquired, flipping her sausages again.