Teresa looked where he did and grinned. It was a lovely spyglass, she had to admit, and if that's what Benny wanted, that's what she'd get him. She too realized it would not be as easy a theft as the last few, so she looked to him and winked. "Splendid," she said, "I like a challenge." She brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed it. "Stay out of sight, watch what I do," she said, and trusting he would do so, she slipped away into the crowd.

When she next emerged, the red and gold scarf was wrapped around her head, covering everything except her eyes. She looked like any other foreign tourist, and though there were few in Whitby this time of year, she went unnoticed, aided by her natural talent at seeming invisible. She walked up to the display and exchanged quick words with the owner of the stall. It took her a few minutes before she was able to garner some useful information from him and persuaded him, little by little, that his child had been hurt down by the school and she'd been sent to tell him. He, in a great hurry, left the stall in her care and rushed off.

Teresa actually managed to sell a few things while there for the next few minutes and left the money quite uncharacteristically in the man's money box, locking it up safe. She also found another spyglass, this one made of a much cheaper metal, and exchanged it for the bronze one in the display as if it was what she meant to do. Then she locked up, left the key hanging on the underside of the door handle where one would only find it if he (hopefully the stall owner) tried to turn the knob. She then sauntered off, having gathered where Benny was throughout her moments in the stall, and since they were both hidden from view by then, drew the spyglass from her inside pocket and slipped off the scarf in the same motion. She held it out to him, but pulled it back if he reached for it and leaned her head forward instead. "You owe me a kiss," she teased.