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It was an later afternoon, after school at had gotten out when Rogue Gallery enter his parent's small cafe, Crown Cup. The bell above the door chimed, signalling his entrance. As it rang, Rogue winced, thinking to himself that one day he'd figure out how to sneak through without letting it ding.

Being the last bab of his family, he was expected to spend a good chunk of his afternoon under supervision (or as his parents put it, working). He was much to early for his shift, and it was un usual that he would quite so punctual. Rogue often preferred to waste as much time as possible following his own interests outside the cafe. But here he was and he quickly scurred across the cafe back behind the counter.

With shifty glances, he looked around the room, and believing no one to be watching, took several pastries and biscuits from the display case and put them into a brown paper bag. That bag was then carefully placed into his satchel like it was a treasure, making sure not to crush anything.

He wasn't quite the adept thief and did not feel the eyes of his mother upon him. Assuming that he was still the clear, Rogue Gallery continued on his way. With treats in toe, the little unicorn zipped out from behind the counter and darted for the door. This time his exit was timed well with the entry of another customer, the bab slipping out the door as an earth phony came in.

As he left the cafe, the small unicorn trotted along down the block before turning a corner.

Rogue rounded the corner and continued to a little dingy looking alcove in front of a spooky looking store. Huddled up in the corner of that alcove were two phonies, one adult who looked like they had seen many better days in the park and one bab close to Rogue's age. The adult's special talent was in holding spooky seances during Halloween, and during the summer business wasn't as good as it could be. The pair sat outside their shop, the door closed as the slow season meant few and far between customers were visiting. The location was good in the fall when tourists came for the spoopy experiences, but in the summertime when everyone wanted to be outside enjoying the sun the shop was lucky to make rent.

Rogue Gallery, despite his thieving ways, had a soft spot for the down on their lucky family. Everyone deserved a treat and baking goods were never in short supply. The colt came up to the family and greeted them with a little bow. "I haven't seen you around too much lately and it looked like you could use a little pick me up... so I brought you these." He pulled the bag of treats out from his bag and handed them off to the filly close to his age.

The small girl opened the bag and her miserable expression shifted to smile, " Look papa! Cookies!".

Having done his good deed for the day, Rogue Gallery said his good byes to the pair and made his way home. It was not long before he appeared back the shop and was confronted by his mother.

"Biscuits?" Rogue looked away from his mother has if he was thinking. "Do we sell those?," he smirked a bit and gave a light laugh. The colt knew he was caught out, but that didn't mean he still couldn't have teeny bit of fun and tease out a confession.

"Oh yeah... those treats form the glass display. I guess we do sell those." Rogue looked down at his crimson-magenta hooves. "Caught me red hoofed. I took them. I can pay for them if I have to, but I needed them right away."

While he would admit to the crime, Rogue was slower to admit to being a kind, decent phony.

There was absolutely nothing more terrifying that a threat from his mother; she was a warrior princess once upon a time, or so the story she told went. Even if it was a thinly veiled bluff, Rogue just could not take that chance. "Alright, alright, holster that magic of your's mum. I was . . ., " he huffed and paused, as it was hard to admit. Rogue tried to maintain his mystique, but there was no getting by his mother.

"I took them to give to this girl and her dad alright? You know the bloke who owns the mystic shop around the corner? I guess things are tight, so I figured they could use a treat, when we have a lot."

Like the good boy he sometimes was, Rogue followed his mother's directions. Royal trailing behind him, Rogue turned back to the father and filly's store. After a few minutes of coaxing guided by Royal's persistence in not taking no as an answer to their invitation, the date was set.

After an hour or two, the small family joined Rogue's family in their cafe. His parents were busy chatting away to the father about business ideas to boost sales for the ailing company, including hosting a seance party in their own cafe (surely Nevermore would forgive them for having anyone else be their spook professional for an evening). Meanwhile, Rogue lead by his parent's example and discussed with the filly how school was going, keeping her happy stuffed with cookies while the grown ups did their thing.