Clover looked over at Tabitha and shook her head. She walked out of the alleyway that she had been hiding behind and went Tabby. 

"What nonsense are you spouting now?" She asked. 

"Oh, it is the works of Elisabeth Fredomfin! She is a good author in my home world and she writes a lot of books about things and expressions! We do these quotes from her in school a lot. A very lot. We have to remember them you see to pass our exams. I do not like exams very much."

"I see... wait what? What does exams have to do with this?"

"Well, you said to act like a child, and ..."

"This is what children in your world do? Quote poetry? Children? Willingly?" Clover asked, incredulous.

"Well, the ones that have to take the exams soon. They spout it out all of the time everywhere! It's to practice or else they might fail the exams. Elisabeth Fredomfin's books on poetry make up for 40 percent of your grade. Her Math books make up for 30 percent though, so sometimes people quote her math too. Sometimes people delve into her math poetry, but that's only for University. I'm too old to pretend to be a little child. I have to act at least the age that I am in."

"Well, just a while ago you thought that acting like an old lady looking for a child would work," Clover said scratching her head in frustration. 

"Yes."

"We did that for a while a nobody showed up. And you were screaming at the top of your lungs too." 

"It was still a good plan," Tabitha responded in a huff. 

"Then, we did the thing where we pretended to be looking for a dog, and nobody showed up, and then we were yelling at random strangers to help us look for things and too many people were staring at us, and then you were going to hand out money to anyone who would tell us information about kidnappers but didn't know which random stranger on the street we should ask for that, and then..." she let out a very long sigh. "I just don't think you are very good bait." 

"No?" She cocked her head and looked a bit sad. "I was trying my..." She sniffed. "I just... wanted... to help..."

"Look I'm sorry okay? You're ideas were okay, but probably not the ones that we want right now," Clover said as gently as she could muster. 

"Really?" She sniffed. 

"Yes really... Tabby," Clover said. 

Tabby perked up at the mention of her name. 

"I just think... we try my ideas for now maybe? Okay? Even if they do... not turn out like we want them to. It can't hurt to try what I want yeah?"