"Superstition is what people call survival tips from before people got all skeptical and such," the boy said, once more subdued by the presence of cake and milk in his life: he only sounded SLIGHTLY bitter, and almost looked like he wasn't a brat. "Those are good interests, miss... and you're pretty, to boot," he said, in a strangely worried-sounding tone, looking thoughtful. "Do you hang out around the Scarlet Road a lot?"