Torn between his scattered supplies and the culprit making off with his paintbrush, Alvin hesitated just a moment too long and by the time the diricawl reappeared, it was fifty feet down the path, standing there, taunting him. He scowled at it, but the expression was wiped from his face by a nearby giggle. Alvin rearranged his features into something more neutral, but his distinct lack of amusement lingered in his eyes.

Still, he wasn't one to be rude and she had gathered some of his brushes, so for that at least, he could be grateful. "Always my luck," He managed with a grimace and a shake of his head. "Thank you," Alvin tried for a better smile. "Haven't started anything, so I suppose one brush won't set me too far back." There was that at least. Not that Alvin could really spare it. He wasn't exactly flush with coin these days, without steady work. "I wonder if I can lure it for an exchange." It wasn't a niffler though, no easy seduction with something shiny.