Hmm ... Bodega.

You recall that around this time, you usually spot her at the bodega. Normally, you drop in for a soda and/or a snack or two before dinner. Tonight, however, you have another delicacy in mind. You nip over quickly, hoping to catch her, and, after dodging some cars, find that she's just heading in now.

You decide to put her bag in the alley, behind a few boxes and head in after her. You find the Asian girl looking at things in the crowded aisles, and sidle up to her. "Excuse me," you say in a quiet but firm tone, "I think you lost your bag?"

"Ah!" she exclaims, turning toward you. "Did you find my bag?" She asks in a hopeful tone.

"I did, but that's not all I found," you smile, seeing her expression pink a little. Calmly, you reach past her and grab a small bottle of mashed bananas from the limited selection of baby food. "I guess this sort of thing is too much for you, though, isn't it?" you ask, showing her the small food jar.

"Um ... I ... don't know?" she asks nervously. The girl begins to shift from foot-to-foot, and her eyes flit from side to side. "What did you find?"

"Oh, a lot of suspiciously large baby items," you say in a nonchalant and quiet tone. "Maybe there's a little girl in need of some time with a stern poppa?"