"Hey, I never said it was really good. You made a few decent guesses, that's all," Qrow scoffs, folding his arms and looking at Molly with a reproving raise of one brow. And though he's obviously planting his feet and being stubborn about this on principle now, there is a little quirk to his lips that betrays his amusement.

And it does get them off the topic of magic, before it gets touchy. At least for the time being.

But it's only because he catches the movement from the corner of his eye - plus blessedly fast reflexes - that Qrow just barely manages to sidestep getting his nose flattened by the door that unexpectedly swings open into their path. Qrow exhales slowly, rolling his neck as he watches a raucous group of clearly inebriated natives stagger out of the establishment and past the two of them, cheerfully slurring apologies and greetings to the Moonblessed as they go.

Oh. How fortunate.