The stranger laughs cheerily. "Aye, thank ye. If'n ye's a collector, wha' alse dae ye collect." She mocks the goblin's way of speaking. "An' whar dae ye collect et fram?" She leans backwards and reaches over to a nearby table, where a couple is having a very intense discussion, and steals a fork while they're distracted, stuffing it into one of her dress pockets. The item disappears into the pocket without even leaving a bulge. "Ahm a bit o' a collector meself."