Taliah had to admit, she had never quite encountered someone who might just waltz right into her bakery and begin eating things off the shelf without paying them. Nor had she experienced any sort of magic like this white haired male provided. It was intriguing and yet, the Brazilian woman wasn't about to give the man the satisfaction by commenting on it. So, as she strolls through that illusion, she absently notices the way it dissipates in her wake as she reaches over and simply takes the pie and fork from him. Though, there is hardly any irritation or annoyance dancing on her features, she's stern as she speaks to him, her brows furrowing just barely as he responds to her. She knew better than to rise to the bait, to argue with him but she can't help to let a cool remark escape her lips, "And the last I checked, this is my store and I require payment before food is consumed," she states bluntly even taking her hand to gesture to the sign that's posted at the register stating Food must be bought before consumption.
Though Taliah was many things, she was unaware of the mind reading ability this man wielded and she hardly had any such abilities to protect herself. As she busies herself at the register, she brings those exotic eyes back to his pale features announcing what he owed her. Watching his form almost... relax, she takes him in, watching the way his arms fold across his chest. His response isn't quite what the woman expected, the man was being surprisingly civil, she expected to have some difficulties with him and yet, he states he will pay what is owed. Contemplation crosses her face, she hardly thinks demanding him to pay for the whole pie would get her anywhere and she very much doubted explaining to the stranger how cross contamination works, that she wouldn't be able to resell it. Tilting her head slightly, she paused for but a moment before taking the pie and sliding it across the counter, along with the fork, back to him.
"Very well," she says before offering him a small nod to finish what he had started. Green eyes track movement next to him as the last of the customers scurry out, leaving the two of them alone, at least for now. Taliah hardly knew exactly who it was that stood before her, though he was still a customer and she wasn't about to let someone walk all over the woman. Waiting for him to pick up the pie and finish eating, her brows flick up briefly at his question, stating he was impressed with her. She could imagine how a great many people would bask in his praise, he seemed to have an air of authority surrounding him though. Pushing the thought away, she tilts her head again at his question, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face, "The cookies. They were distorted, I know nothing I put out would ever look like that," she states. Some might call it arrogance and perhaps it was but to her, it was stating a fact. Taliah did not brag unless it was in a teasing manner and even that was far and few in between.
Though, she couldn't say that she wasn't curious and now that the rest of the customers had fled in this man's appearance she hardly felt rude asking, "What is that? Your illusions, I've never seen anything like that," she questions, her exotic voice dancing in the quiet room of the bakery. The stranger hardly gets a moment to answer when the man in the kitchen sticks his head out the door again, concern knitting at his brows, What was that all about? Are you okay?" he questions Taliah. Her green gaze drags away from the pale man to take in her worker, her head inclining slightly, "Everything is under control, it was a simple misunderstanding," she reassured the young man. The baker takes her word for it and disappears again. He was a good kid, perhaps a bit too curious for his own good but he was easy to teach.
Tearing her attention away from her employee she turns back to the stranger and eyes his hands, "Do you like it?" She asks then, regarding the pie.
taliah