14.Jun.18, 04:10 AM
“Of course I remember,” M’dox said earnestly, taking the wrapped whatever-it-was from T’bia’s hand, “It was my first time in a major Hold, and I had so much fun spending time with you.” He blushed and looked down, intently unwrapping the pastry to give himself something to do with his hands that wasn’t… he didn’t know, wasn’t something that was probably weird and would make T’bia uncomfortable. Their friendship was too important to M’dox for him to want to risk doing something too weird and make T’bia upset. After that trip T’bia was the person in the Weyr who knew the most about him, Riquarth excluded, and he’d still wanted to be friends. T’bia really was amazing. He’d seen how weird and awkward and shy M’dox was and still wanted to be friends, and M’dox could cry (and had before, though thankfully in the privacy of his own weyr) with how much it meant to him. “I’m really glad we became friends.” He said quietly, still looking down at the now unwrapped pastry (that really did look delicious).
He smiled in relief that T’bia seemed to enjoy the wine and that his contribution had been a good one. M’dox took the glass of juice and moved it a bit closer to himself, deciding he’d try the wine after he’d finished the already poured juice. He had bought it, after all, might as well get to have some of it. It probably wouldn’t taste too good mixed with the juice, so he really should finish that first.
T’bia asked if M’dox wanted to try the other pastry mid-sip of the juice. He immediately nodded, almost spilling all of the juice on himself in the process. “Yeah,” M’dox said, setting the glass down and wiping a few juice drops that had splashed onto his cheek of with his other hand, “I’ll try some. Thanks.” He reached out and carefully broke off a small piece, enough to get the taste of it but not deprive T’bia of the majority of his treat. It was very tasty M’dox decided after nibbling the corner of his small piece. Enough sugar, but not too much. And it was made with the fine flour the bakery seemed to use in all its pastries that still tasted decadent to M’dox after growing up on the coarser flour of a farm. “It’s really good!” He said, humming his approval and taking another bite.
“Here, you want some of mine?” M’dox asked, picking up his own pastry from where it nestled in the wrapper on his lap and holding it out to T’bia. The bluerider had bought the food after all, he should get to try it all if he wanted. And M’dox wanted to share! He liked giving T’bia things, and, unlike the wine, M’dox knew T’bia liked the pastry so he didn’t have the same worry about it being a bad gift.
He smiled in relief that T’bia seemed to enjoy the wine and that his contribution had been a good one. M’dox took the glass of juice and moved it a bit closer to himself, deciding he’d try the wine after he’d finished the already poured juice. He had bought it, after all, might as well get to have some of it. It probably wouldn’t taste too good mixed with the juice, so he really should finish that first.
T’bia asked if M’dox wanted to try the other pastry mid-sip of the juice. He immediately nodded, almost spilling all of the juice on himself in the process. “Yeah,” M’dox said, setting the glass down and wiping a few juice drops that had splashed onto his cheek of with his other hand, “I’ll try some. Thanks.” He reached out and carefully broke off a small piece, enough to get the taste of it but not deprive T’bia of the majority of his treat. It was very tasty M’dox decided after nibbling the corner of his small piece. Enough sugar, but not too much. And it was made with the fine flour the bakery seemed to use in all its pastries that still tasted decadent to M’dox after growing up on the coarser flour of a farm. “It’s really good!” He said, humming his approval and taking another bite.
“Here, you want some of mine?” M’dox asked, picking up his own pastry from where it nestled in the wrapper on his lap and holding it out to T’bia. The bluerider had bought the food after all, he should get to try it all if he wanted. And M’dox wanted to share! He liked giving T’bia things, and, unlike the wine, M’dox knew T’bia liked the pastry so he didn’t have the same worry about it being a bad gift.