Apparently, I cannot be trusted.

So I get a little giddy when I see something shiny, is it really such a big deal? Gems, jewels, gold, silver… shiny things make me happy.

Okay, so perhaps I was a little overeager when I tried to get that gold necklace from the lady, but she made far too much of a fuss about it. And that old man with the hip flask? What a misery.

I’ll admit, i may have crossed the line this morning when I upturned a table of glassware to retrieve a few coins. Hey, pennies are lucky, right? Seems the mirror that was also on the table was… less lucky. Now I am doomed to travel the rest of the day in the Backpack of Restraint.

But I can still reach at things from here.