"Surprise me." Was all she said in return. She followed him with close steps not wanting to lose him in the crowd. As people brushed past her she tucked her hands into fists deep inside her cloak. She slipped the long translucent strips from the inner pocket and started wrapping them in a specific fashion around her palms, muttering under her breath in a chant like tone. She was grateful that he led the way and walked ahead. She didn't want him to notice her actions, but without the wraps she would not be able to eat with him at all. Suddenly on of the slippery pieces fell from her grip floating to the ground as she passed. She had to stop and get it, when she stood up again to follow someone stepped on the corner of her cloak and caught her off balance. She fell to one side, catching herself on a small wooden crate set out from the side of a building. Most likely someone's stool. It instantly burst into flames, wild and hot. Licking into the cold air. She stepped back hoping the blaze would die quickly and not expand.