It is pretty delicious, yeah.

Great. This is perfect.

Theeeeeeeen it's going to the guild again. Time has gone on, so perhaps the group has finished... Or at least she thinks she could just put up her notice with her standing next to it in edit mode so people would have to read it. (The irony of this is lost on her.)

When she gets there, a couple of gentlemen in city guard uniforms are waiting for her. "Yeah, that's her," says the clerk, pointing at her.

They turn to her and one of them says, "Ma'am, can you come with us?"

She stops in the doorway.

Tosses the last part of the food in her mouth. Swallows. Then sighs.

"Fiiiine." Haul is bad, haul is bad, haul is bad...

They don't handle her, merely lead her to one of the oldest buildings in town.

This is the time for staying quiet, hang your head, and follow along. Make sure to walk, don't make eye-contact... And try to learn what you did wrong. Not likely to learn anything, but try.

Inside the building, they bid her to wait in a waiting room, there.

Flump. A pair of chairs become a makeshift couch to curl on, with a third now containing her backpack. Time can wait...

...Even if she is bothered with not knowing what is behind the door. Feels like a waste of time to lie here.

Eventually a woman in city guard uniform arrives. "Hello," she says, taking a seat.

Her head turns up to look at the new woman. "HI there... Have we met before? Phil? Wait, no, not Phil... Uhm, sorry."

"No. I'm this city's guard's captain. I heard something about you causing trouble."

"Right." She sits up, still using both seats. "What did I do this time?"

She files away the "this time" part of the comment. "There have been sightings of you using magic in public, as well as using blasphemous vocabulary. These are not legal offences, but you do see how they can disturb the peace."

"Uhm, sorry, I didn't know that the word became a curse word while I was in a tunnel." She does mean 'haul'.

"And uhm, I like flying over walking? It's convenient?" No, wait, be sorry... "I'm sorry that I like to fly? Well, I'm not really sorry about that. I'm sorry you can't fly? Okay, that's a bit mean. I'm not sure I'm sorry about doing that part." She blurts out most of this fairly quickly.

The woman blinks slowly.

"Magic," she says, "is a sacred gift from the gods bestowed upon us to be used to better our lives. It is not to be treated so lightly, and it is upsetting to townsfolk that you do."

"Better our lives, yeah, so what's not better about flying instead of walking? I could like, hang glide into town but probably hit a bunch of people..."

"That betters your life," she snaps. "But the blasphemy is still the worse problem."

"So not hitting people with a hang glider is selfish?"

She stares. "You could walk."

"Yes, but that isn't better. Why is it so wrong to just not bother anyone and fly overhead?"

She gets up, an picks up up her backpack, holding it over her head. "Honestly, I can hit you with the glider if you think it's polite." She hits a button on one of the straps, pushing out the wings, and is now very awkwardly holding it up."It's pretty big! Like, it's a bit heavy too!"

"Are you threatening an officer of the law?" the woman gasps, jumping up from her chair.

Stupid look. "No? Probably not? I really don't want to hit you? I just have no idea what you're talking about anymore."

"Withdraw that at once."

"Okayokayokay!" She puts it on the chair then pushes the wings in, then flops onto the other chair. Cynthia stares at the woman, having really no clue what to say.

"I will issue you an official warning, and if I hear you're disturbing the peace again..."