This was not exactly his proudest moment. Scrabbling for change on the road by the side of a food truck. Maybe one day he'd look back on this moment and laugh and yet- Sly was almost distinctly certain that he was largely destined to spend the rest of his life in situations dramatically akin to this. Maybe he was feeling a little more...bitter about the world today then he usually was. His often sarcastic nature inclined to press itself to the forefront of his often aloof temperament as his gaze rose to abruptly meet the tired, bloodshot eyes of a young woman. His efforts to collect that change had apparently captured her attention and yet, unlike the rest of those people in line (who surely refused to make eye contact with him for fear he was, in fact, insane), the young woman seemed inclined to merely raise a singular, sculpted brow in dubious consideration of his existence. Sly's near biting remark was met with her own casual retort. The warlock returned to collecting his change as the young woman's gaze fixated back upon the line ahead. It was almost....instinctive, that very electricity that seemed to dance across the blond's skin in response to the woman's presence. That warning seemed to jolt his gaze upward once more. A hunter. She was a hunter. Christ. It had been years since he'd seen one- and he'd gone and snapped at this one. Just what he needed. To get shot dead beside the food truck.

Sly grasped for the last of that change before tucking those crumpled bills and coins into his back pocket. His blue gaze shifted briefly from the young woman, to another food truck and back again. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to offer her some....insider assistance. After all, he'd been working in this market for several years now. He knew the food trucks, their owners, who ran an honest trade and who sold week old salad at full price or hid sub-par meat beneath lashings of ranch dressing or ketchup and aioli. Maybe in exchange for a little information she might be inclined to....forget his existence- or at least not attempt to hunt him down later. Sly's hand lifted to gesture across the road and toward a second food truck. One far less popular than the one they both stood beside and yet that was only because it was new and yet to build up the following the original truck had. It wouldn't take long, Sly was certain, before the customers realised that the newer truck was superior. What was wrong with giving the Hunter some decent advice?

The young woman's gaze narrowed upon him skeptically as her arms folded across her chest in a clear contemplation of his offered advice. Her own words, when they came, were laced with sarcasm. Hmmm. It was almost....pleasing to meet someone who appreciated the sarcasm of life. Sly so daring to allow the faintest hint of amusement to trace his lips at her quip before he nodded. Was he the food truck witch?

"As it happens. I am. I've been working at this job for two years now. I know every food truck here along with what they sell. Believe me, that one over there is better-."

Sly nodded toward the newer truck once more. His blue gaze shifted to meet the young woman's again as he spoke. His distinctly European accent became all the more prominent.

"As for burrito faeries though- the Fae are a dying species. If one is dumb enough to stand in public selling buritos I doubt hes going to survive long enough for me to judge his food."

His shoulders rose in a loose shrug that very nearly invited his new companion to argue that logic. The woman, for her part, seemed content to continue to consider her choices before boldly stepping out of line with the insistence that Sly owed her that burrito if it was bad. Nother lopsided grin tugged loosely at the warlock's features as he moved to fall into step beside the Hunter. The pair made their way to that superior food truck.

"Sure. If it's bad and they accept nickels and dimes as payment, I'll buy it for you. I'm not wrong though. Trust me."

Sly shifted to stand beside that new food truck as the Hunter woman moved to the front of the much smaller que to place her order. That promised breakfast burrito delivered within a few short minutes.

"Well, verdict?"

sly.