She laughed – full of contentment in a variety of ways. “Sorry – I’m always looking at desserts.” She winked – he could take meaning however he liked. The mere potential of pending sweets, and the options, would leave her curious eyes wandering, and while Zavien had searched and scoured for restaurants, Lena had already been thinking ahead. “And those sound spectacular,” in agreement and accord, happily strolling back in the direction from whence they came.
Making their way towards the conflagration further impressed her, but then her attention was away from the waking flames, and back upon the kiosks milling around the sanction. When they finally came around to that particular merchant, she steered them directly to the stall, and began chatting animatedly with the owner. ”You may cook your own marshmallow if you would like,” came by way of explanation – giving over some amount of childish wonder - as they were handed their products, and Lena snagged the sticks excitedly. “Thank you!”
Granting Zavien his share, she glanced back at the rampant fire. “Are you going for the perfect golden brown, or burnt to a crisp?”
Making their way towards the conflagration further impressed her, but then her attention was away from the waking flames, and back upon the kiosks milling around the sanction. When they finally came around to that particular merchant, she steered them directly to the stall, and began chatting animatedly with the owner. ”You may cook your own marshmallow if you would like,” came by way of explanation – giving over some amount of childish wonder - as they were handed their products, and Lena snagged the sticks excitedly. “Thank you!”
Granting Zavien his share, she glanced back at the rampant fire. “Are you going for the perfect golden brown, or burnt to a crisp?”
Lena
