How dare these bats insult her beautiful earrings. Myia gasps in horror and touches a dangling gold-painted earring with her hand, as if to shield its ears from this blasphemy.

She's about to pull out her knife, but then the other crime bat speaks and sounds way more reasonable. Okay, fine. It's a store. People usually get angry at her when she takes things from stores. She's trying to get better about that, trying to remember how business works rather than taking all the silverware home from restaurants every time she goes.

(I mean, they give it to you, it's yours at that point. But Sapre caught her once and it was kind of embarrassing.)

She keeps her hand on her knife, and slowly reaches into her bag with the other hand, taking out the smoked fish and slowly, carefully placing it back on the shelf.

That still leaves the coconut oil. But she wants that. So she pulls it out of the bag to show that she's willing to cooperate with this oppressive system for it.

"Want the coconut oil. Don't got money. What do the store bats want for it?"