Aventurine strides over to the window, his gaze following the path of the bottle as it crashes onto the cobblestone street below. The echo of shattering glass still lingers in the air when he turns back to you, his lips pressed into a tight line.

"Disposing of the evidence, are we?" he asks, his voice a low, amused growl. "Or are we playing a game of ‘who can make the biggest mess before anyone notices’?"

You straighten up, feigning innocence as you watch the last shards of glass disappear from view. "Just making sure it’s gone for good," you reply casually, your shoulders shrugging as if it were nothing.

Aventurine’s eyebrow arches, his expression one of both disbelief and amusement. He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "It would be charming if you weren’t so fond of leaving a trail of chaos behind you."

You smirk, turning back toward her. "You know, it’s a lot harder to get rid of evidence if you keep things too neat and tidy."

Aventurine’s eyes flicker with a mixture of pride and exasperation. "Trust me, I know exactly how you feel." he pauses, his lips curling into a wry smile. "But throwing glass bottles out of windows is where I draw the line.”