"Heads."

The kid flicks the coin into the air, grabs it, slaps it onto the back of his other hand, and shows it. "Heads!"

"Oh, that was just chance. Heads again!"

Heads again!

"Tails?"

Tails!

"Huh. You weren't kidding, this ring is lucky."

"And that's just a small one! I've got more where that came from; real cheap, too."

"Really? Why don't you show me your wares?"

"Aces!"

Astarion peers over behind the kid at his stuff then says, "Lae'zel, Shadowheart, why don't you come take a look at these?"

"This is a waste of time."

She does look curious about the "lucky" ring, though.

"A well-equipped party is a happy party. Come on."

Yeah sure whatever she'll play along.

And when the three of them are sufficiently distracted... Astarion grabs the wrist of another tiefling kid trying to pickpocket him that appeared out of nowhere behind him. And doesn't turn around. "Hmm, how about that ring over there? What's it do?" he asks the first kid.

Both Lae'zel and Shadowheart jump in surprise when they notice the kid that most definitely had not been there before.

"...um, mister?" asks kid 1 uncertainly.

    "Aah, let go!" says kid 2.

"Come on, answer the question."

"I, uh, uh..."

He grins and lets go before turning back around to face both kids. "I'm Astarion. What're your names?"

"...uh. Mattis."

    "S-Silfy. Sir."

"And that was clearly a modified War Widow scam."

"...like hells it was! You can't do that one with rings, it has to be bracelets, because—" Beat. "Oh, damn."

"Kid, how many rings do you have for sale? Not counting the one you just gave me."

"Eight."