Lex scowled first at her fingers and box that now had no ice-cream, then over at the inquisitive woman who liked asking questions more than she liked answering them. "Can I have the ice-cream or not?" This was a serious question, much more serious than heeers. Hmph.

It wasn't a question she was willing to answer either but oddly enough she felt a compulsion to. Like there was nothing she could do but respond. This type of honesty...she didn't like it. Her eyes shot to Mr. Vinteren before she fixed her gaze on the woman again. What did she do with them? Took 'em and ran? What else was there to do? Stay and show 'em off?

"After I took them I made a run for it, no need to stick around with the goblin and it's sword. Pity it hadn't broken the Snake glass, I would have taken those as well," Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking! "but I suppose you mean after after after that in which case I divided them up and quite frankly haven't the slightest idea where to find them. I don't suppose you speak kneazle, do you?"

That might have helped them quite a bit.