Kell stares, not in the slightest respectfully, at the mountain of a man making sweetest puppy eyes at him.
The werewolf owner of the stand shamelessly giggles her heart out right as she shots him a pointy look and coos.

"Come on, Kell, don't be a miser."

He looks around. Their little scene has already begun to attract attention. Kell lets out a tortured groan. Seriously, last thing he needs now is a spectacle.

"Fine."

He drops the coins on her outstretched palm, takes the ribbon from her ignoring the wide toothy grin she flashes at him. He passes the ribbon to the guy.

"There. Welcome to Abraxas"

Or something. Kell's deep scowl doesn't match his words.