Liam released an animalistic grunt as he glared at the clock's ticking hands. It wasn't often he had to use his brain for much more than fighting and posturing, so the excessive words escaping from the short man's mouth did scramble his thoughts enough for Rhys to get away with the sly button clicking.

Once Liam actually caught up with everything, he stuck his wand up higher, earning a couple gasps from surrounding customers who had noticed the incident and were in the process of calling the authorities or livestreaming the event on their phones. "Just give me the money you little worm," which was apparently the best insult Liam could come up with.

As the tip of his wand began to glow a threatening blue, Vetra's massive form appeared behind Liam and grabbed the wand with ease before quickly snapping it in two. Leaving nothing but two useless shards behind. Liam turned slowly, now shaking in fear. "I think that's enough out of you huh, sorry for all the trouble Rhys." Vetra gave him a wink before easily picking Liam's now statue-still form and throwing him outside. Where Idris was waiting, idly picking under his nails before waving his wand and suddenly the man was tied up, all ready for the police when they arrived.

Rhys let out a sigh of relief when Vetra appeared, even before she snapped the wand. His scary but sweet coworker far outmatched the small fry of a criminal in front of him.

There was a stilted silence as the offender was dragged out, and Rhys became horribly aware of the multitude of phones facing his direction. Rhys laughed awkwardly, "Well... I'm sorry everyone, for any stress or inconvenience that may have caused you. Luckily, all my coworkers are well prepared, and we have emergency procedures - like any business should - that are equip to deal with such a scenario. Our first priority is customer safety, and we will do all that we can to ensure your well-being. I know it isn't much, but can I please offer everyone some cookies on the house? They are a new recipe I'm trying, so I'd be very grateful to hear any feedback." He flashed a (hopefully) charming smile, internally repeating a mantra of "oh my god don't cause a fuss, oh my god don't cause a fuss"

...

Rhys was not expecting his counter to be swarmed (and yes, swarmed is the right word to use, even if there couldn't have been more than twenty people in the bakery) a few seconds after he finished speaking.

(Rhys: one point (plus very helpful and positive feedback about a cookie recipe he hasn't been sure of)

Rude criminal: zero)