{SE} idle hands, sticky fingers

Paige

Paige giggles in delight, strapping her bag onto her back, crouching beneath the table as she meets the little creature's eyes. She reaches out, patting her head and giving her a little scratch before slipping the necklace over her head, taking one more look out from beneath the table. "Okay... So the big thing about playing bandits is not being seen. Well... That and not getting caught." The girl grins brightly, wrinkling her nose in delight as she inches forward on her hands and knees, considering their options.

"So we can't let the adults see us and we can't get caught and we have to be sneaky." She stresses, eyes darting this way and that, suddenly darting out from beneath the table as she stays low to the ground. Paige is tiny and fast. Faster than she seems like she should be, but she weaves in and out of legs, not a single one of them noticing her. Paige finds another table to dart beneath, checking over her shoulder for her fuzzy friend, stopping to let her catch up. Her eyes go wide, a gasp pushing past her lips, "Oh no! It's a booby trap! The ground is all lava!"

The girl points ahead of them where the ground is still very much flowers, but there are a few flat rocks that clearly could act as platforms to keep them safe from the lava that's apparently flowing there now.

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again