Snippet #1653455

"Half price you say?" Stephen said happily. He smiled a bit wider, looking back towards Serena. "Evidently you speak fluent poor-kid-ese, because that sounds right up my alley." He locked eyes with her for a second, then a thought came to him and he looked away. One hand plunged into the messenger bag that always hung from his left shoulder and began fishing around. Eventually, he looked contented, for he removed his hand from the bag, holding what looked like an Italian switchblade. When he pushed the release, however, a comb popped out instead. It looked to be fairly well-cared for, and may have never been used by the looks of Stephen's face and beard.

"Figure you need it more than I do," he intoned pleasantly, offering the comb-blade to her.