Oh, she knows what that substance is, and the woman running the bake sale nods to one of her horrified assistants. She'll handle this. She reaches out to grab Nitou's wrist.

"You are going to pay for what you took, young man. If you don't, I'm sure we can go talk to the safety officer inside and get the police here. I'm sure they'd be interested in hearing about someone taking money away from children."

Her grip is tight, and her smile is thin.