[ In the delicate dance she has ever played with her older brother's they would puff themselves up big and distract their mothers, Gilia would snatch the biscuits from behind her.
The stakes are different than a solid smack on the hand for doing what they weren't supposed to, but she knows the opening when she sees it. She grabs the boy like she did her own younger siblings, getting her arms around him, and he in return, grabbed onto the puppy. The woman glitters with sharp words, far stronger than anything Gilia had managed. All enough to draw them up, turn their backs, and once the boy has got the puppy, she has the boy and she hauls them both to get them out of their range as quickly as she can.
Catching the woman's eye, only, only to tell her, keep talking, please. ]
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The stakes are different than a solid smack on the hand for doing what they weren't supposed to, but she knows the opening when she sees it. She grabs the boy like she did her own younger siblings, getting her arms around him, and he in return, grabbed onto the puppy. The woman glitters with sharp words, far stronger than anything Gilia had managed. All enough to draw them up, turn their backs, and once the boy has got the puppy, she has the boy and she hauls them both to get them out of their range as quickly as she can.
Catching the woman's eye, only, only to tell her, keep talking, please. ]