25.Jul.19, 12:32 AM
Misha made a face, scrunching up his nose at the idea of going back to Crom. “If you don’t find anything here, I can tell you where to find the shop, but I said I wouldn’t go back until I went back on my own dragon.” That was the excuse he’d given his family, anyway, for why he never visited. None of them had pressed him on the matter, except his favorite brother, who had tried to convince him to come back and meet his new nieces and nephews. If he showed up without a dragon, his excuse would become terribly see through. Even if he didn’t visit his family, they would know — somehow, they would know. Bleh. Misharan didn’t like dwelling on Crom. “If I’m lucky, that will be sometime in the next few turns,” he said, going back to grinning. Talking about his future was easier. His future that would obviously involve him Impressing.
Cookies were a better topic too, and Misharan eagerly took the half that was offered to him, turning it around in his hands, looking for…he didn't know, he didn’t know enough about baking to tell much of anything other that it was a cookie and it looked really tasty. He took a bite and made a pleased noised. It was good! The texture was different than most of the cookies C’dhin made, and while Misharan would forever staunchly say C’dhin’s cookies were best, this one was pretty good too. He answered a few questions C’dhin had about what he thought of it, and they moved on to try a few more of the stall’s goods, Misharan letting C’dhin do whatever baker espionage he wanted and simply enjoy the very tasty cookies he was being provided with. Being friends with C’dhin was going to make him fat, and it might still be worth it anyway.
Cookies were a better topic too, and Misharan eagerly took the half that was offered to him, turning it around in his hands, looking for…he didn't know, he didn’t know enough about baking to tell much of anything other that it was a cookie and it looked really tasty. He took a bite and made a pleased noised. It was good! The texture was different than most of the cookies C’dhin made, and while Misharan would forever staunchly say C’dhin’s cookies were best, this one was pretty good too. He answered a few questions C’dhin had about what he thought of it, and they moved on to try a few more of the stall’s goods, Misharan letting C’dhin do whatever baker espionage he wanted and simply enjoy the very tasty cookies he was being provided with. Being friends with C’dhin was going to make him fat, and it might still be worth it anyway.