24.Jan.18, 12:37 AM
For a few moments M’dox couldn’t help but stare at T’bia. He really was just going to buy M’dox something. They’d spent at best three hours in each other’s company and T’bia was already buying him food and - and calling him a friend, he realized as the bluerider introduced him to the shopkeeper. ’My friend, my friend, my friend. M’dox couldn’t help but smile a bit stupidly at how happy he was to be considered a friend.
“Hello, ma’am.” He greeted Madame Iztrella politely. “I am excited to try your delicious looking wares. Thank you for having us today.”
While T’bia started ordering items, M’dox looked at all the baked goods on display, overwhelmed by the selection. There were lots of options for food at the Weyr, but they usually didn’t have such a huge selection each day. The variety of food here was honestly astounding to him. There were pastries he recognized from the Weyr cooking, as well as some he recognized from growing up. One reminded him of something his mother made, except a bit puffier and lighter. M’dox figured the bakery used finer flour than what his family had access to in their cothold. He spent a few minutes looking at each option before deciding on the puffy pastry like the ones his mother made. Once the pastry was wrapped and handed over, M’dox thanked Madame Iztrella, and upon being assured his food had already been paid for, turned to find T’bia. M’dox gently cradled the pastry in his hands, careful to keep it as perfect as possible for when he got to eat it.
“Are we eating here, or…?” He asked his friend - friend - glancing around, having noticed there wasn’t much in the way of seating inside the bakery itself.
“Hello, ma’am.” He greeted Madame Iztrella politely. “I am excited to try your delicious looking wares. Thank you for having us today.”
While T’bia started ordering items, M’dox looked at all the baked goods on display, overwhelmed by the selection. There were lots of options for food at the Weyr, but they usually didn’t have such a huge selection each day. The variety of food here was honestly astounding to him. There were pastries he recognized from the Weyr cooking, as well as some he recognized from growing up. One reminded him of something his mother made, except a bit puffier and lighter. M’dox figured the bakery used finer flour than what his family had access to in their cothold. He spent a few minutes looking at each option before deciding on the puffy pastry like the ones his mother made. Once the pastry was wrapped and handed over, M’dox thanked Madame Iztrella, and upon being assured his food had already been paid for, turned to find T’bia. M’dox gently cradled the pastry in his hands, careful to keep it as perfect as possible for when he got to eat it.
“Are we eating here, or…?” He asked his friend - friend - glancing around, having noticed there wasn’t much in the way of seating inside the bakery itself.