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18.Jul.19, 12:50 PM
“Hmn, but see, consider this; I want to,” Misha said, getting a little tired of being told he could leave and do something else, though so far it had stayed ‘endearing’ and hadn’t reached ‘frustrating’ yet. Not annoying, he didn’t find it annoying, really, it was just that Misha thought C’dhin was great and the greenrider seemed to put himself down a lot, and that wasn’t great. Misharan would just have to show him otherwise, possible multiple times. But that wasn’t really something for a Gather, so until they had time for that conversation Misharan was just going to have to obstinately insist on hanging out with his friend for a while. There was plenty of time in the day to spend with whoever he wanted, and it was C’dhin’s turn for a while.
Besides, he was having fun wandering around as C’dhin investigated all the food stands. It got him lots of free samples of lots of really tasty things — though he still thought C’dhin was the best baker of any of the ones here. Partially because he was really good at making amazing treats and partially because most of the people selling the baked goods at the Gather were old and not nearly as attractive. Apparently Holders were missing out on hot bakers, which Misha felt was a real tragedy. Not that he was willing to share.
He happily accepted the next sample, a bit of some sort of bread. Misharan had made it into a game to try to catch C’dhin’s fingers every time he held something up to his mouth that he wanted Misharan to try. It was fun, and he had gotten a few good expressions out of the greenrider. The Candidates had all be repeatedly — excessively — been reminded to behave, and while it was probably preferred if they didn’t do anything to scandalize the Holders (which greatly limited fun things, in Misha’s experience), Misharan figured teasing C’dhin a little was fine. Being overly physically affectionate was also fine, he decided. People could just think he’d been drinking. At noon. It was a Gather, there were definitely people who started early and it was probably expected of Weyrfolk anyway.
“Oh, wow,” Misharan exclaimed, still chewing the bread sample, “that is sweet. Like being punched in the face with sugar, wow.” It was pretty good, and Misha liked it alright, but damn, he didn’t think anyone could have much at once. Did the baker actually sell any of this bread or did people eat the tiny sample and decide that was enough sweets for a week and move on? It didn’t sound like a good business model. Or maybe it was intended for kids, and they would badger their parents into buying some because kids love sweet things. Or something.
Besides, he was having fun wandering around as C’dhin investigated all the food stands. It got him lots of free samples of lots of really tasty things — though he still thought C’dhin was the best baker of any of the ones here. Partially because he was really good at making amazing treats and partially because most of the people selling the baked goods at the Gather were old and not nearly as attractive. Apparently Holders were missing out on hot bakers, which Misha felt was a real tragedy. Not that he was willing to share.
He happily accepted the next sample, a bit of some sort of bread. Misharan had made it into a game to try to catch C’dhin’s fingers every time he held something up to his mouth that he wanted Misharan to try. It was fun, and he had gotten a few good expressions out of the greenrider. The Candidates had all be repeatedly — excessively — been reminded to behave, and while it was probably preferred if they didn’t do anything to scandalize the Holders (which greatly limited fun things, in Misha’s experience), Misharan figured teasing C’dhin a little was fine. Being overly physically affectionate was also fine, he decided. People could just think he’d been drinking. At noon. It was a Gather, there were definitely people who started early and it was probably expected of Weyrfolk anyway.
“Oh, wow,” Misharan exclaimed, still chewing the bread sample, “that is sweet. Like being punched in the face with sugar, wow.” It was pretty good, and Misha liked it alright, but damn, he didn’t think anyone could have much at once. Did the baker actually sell any of this bread or did people eat the tiny sample and decide that was enough sweets for a week and move on? It didn’t sound like a good business model. Or maybe it was intended for kids, and they would badger their parents into buying some because kids love sweet things. Or something.
