[ With crowds comes a lot of shoving and jostling for space and Bricks is pushed around easily, right into an intimidatingly tall woman who just lost her balls. He offers immediate apologies and holds his hands up placatingly—He's very sorry madam, he didn't mean it, he was pushed so rudely, it was an accident, he just—but damage already done. He's not pleased and visibly sulks at the demand, but he's not actually opposed to the idea of paying for it. He's rich after all, and if he can expediently and blithely throw money at this woman's ire to fix it no real skin off his back. It's one festival food, Melissa. What could it cost? ]

What? [hwat] Well first you're going to tell me what it is you just lost because I didn't quite get a good look it it.