[dabi merely offers a quiet "s'fine" as he helps her gather up the sticks, merely holding them out to her instead of trying to dump them in her hands or put them on her. she can take as she likes. once it's all done, he leans back into his leisurely sprawl by the table, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back to pop his shoulders. then sits up and crosses his legs so it's easier to lean over the table and start on the opening food.]
She should be more careful.
[before reaching out and passing the five wooden sticks he palmed, slid, or otherwise concealed and stole from the woman while she was working. not sure if they'll be of any help, but whatever. tomura's free to take them and use whatever information's on there as he washes.]
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She should be more careful.
[before reaching out and passing the five wooden sticks he palmed, slid, or otherwise concealed and stole from the woman while she was working. not sure if they'll be of any help, but whatever. tomura's free to take them and use whatever information's on there as he washes.]
She might lose somethin.