Cinna was inspecting the wares of a nearby stall when the young girl's voice caught his ear. Lifting his head, he regarded her with a pleasant smile and an assessing gaze. She seemed typical enough, harmless...though the radishes really didn't go with the outfit...

"I did." he replied, finally offering a bemused little smile. "You can spot a fellow artist, I see." He gestured to her earrings, his smile growing a little. "Personally, I'd have gone with feathers for that outfit. Or possibly acorns."