Rule# 6 "Never hang around, that's how you got caught."
His fingers closed on the small strips of metal and he quickly withdrew his hand. Bright, golden credits glittered in the sun. He looked over at his partner and grinned, waving the credits to show her he'd succeeded.
"Hey, you! Where did you get that?"
He looked over his shoulder, a slightly guilty expression on his face, but before he could say anything a hand yanked him away.
"Don't answer those kinds of questions," she hissed and he grinned as she pulled him through the streets.
"I got the money," he informed her happily, waving the credits in front of her face.
"I see that and congratulations, but you almost got caught." She tugged him behind a crate and sat down. "New rule: don't hang around, that's how you get caught. Get in, get what you need, and get out. No hovering, no lingering, no gloating! Just grab and go, got it?"
"Got it," he said, still riding the high of his first successful theft to be upset with the scolding.
She rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go and get dinner."
"I want fried crispics*! Please," he begged.
"Sure, but only if we get some cheese too, stuffs hard to swipe since it need to be cooled." She nodded in a sagely fashion and he rolled his eyes.
"Come on, I want to go shopping!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the busy market.
'Ya know,' she though with a smile. 'You're probably the only kid that wants to shop for food.'
The thought left a sour taste in her mouth.
Author's Notes:
* This is an actual Star Wars food that, when I read the description, sounded a but like a cross between a hotdog and a chuuro. In short, it's a fried meat stick. . .I think.