"Uhh... heh heh..." one of the boys (let's call him "A") started, glancing with trepidation between Sona and the blades hovering above him. "We were just, y'know, playing around with the kid. Right, buddy?" He turned to the boy on his left (how about "B?") for support, but watching him get smacked silly by a bunch of bubbles hardly made this any easier. Bully A kowtowed to his aggressors, offering them the rectangular object (from here clearly a book of some description) he had stolen. "This is all we took! Just a harmless prank, see?"
The third punk (how about "Z," cuz that's edgy) was less inclined to surrender. Upon seeing his teammate get pummeled by bubbles, he raised his voice to Lynae. "Oi! Where do you get off assaultin' an innocent lad unprovoked?! I'll see you burned for that!" Off the thug's belt came a little rod which flicked out to a baton. A dust mechanism superheated the business end of the weapon, making it visibly more threatening. Kid B rubbed his cheek and nodded agreement.
Patchouli addressed the boy she had sat down with. "So I guess those guys are your teammates?" The boy nodded. "That's rough... Tell you what, I'll have those girls make sure your team won't pick on you again after this, mmkay?" It wasn't meant as a joke, but Patchouli got a weak laugh out of the boy anyway. "Okay," he finally spoke. "Thanks for your help... I'm Jon, by the way." Patchouli was relieved to finally have him talking... she thought she was bad, but this guy was a whole new level of shy. It was beginning to get a little awkward talking at him. She gave a warm smile and shook Jon's hand. "Patchouli. Nice to meet you, Jon."