"You think?" He sounds extremely doubtful. "I hope you're not planning on taking it, then."

Wolfgang drops the backpack he's carrying -- it's empty -- on the floor as he surveys the pharmacy. The locked door must have discouraged anyone else from coming in here because it's still pretty full; Marty might be the first person to have come in here since it closed. That suits him, he can get all this done in one trip instead of having to find a grocery.

He takes food off the shelves, the canned stuff that ought to last for a while, arranging it on the counter before he pulls out some string. He does some kind of cat's cradle thing over it and when he's done, pulling a loop through a hole in the string, the entire collection shrinks down to Barbie-sized. He could carry all that in his pocket; how handy.

He doesn't think twice about using magic in front of other people, in spite of the instinctive understanding he had as a child that nobody could know. Baedal is a city run by magic and it's as common as electricity, there's no reason to hide here. No Bad Suits.