The whole chocolate display was certainly entrancing. His gaze shifted from one shelf to another, broadening his horizons just on the potential for so many sweet, wonderful things. Sure, they had a ton back at home, but even his parents couldn’t solicit the entire candy shop into their cabinets, though he didn’t doubt that they might have tried. The star-shaped, clearly Safrin designated, ornamentations looked dazzling, with flecked glitter and edible resin along the sides, but then there were the portions in a bag nearby that had some pretzels dipped in fudge and caramel, then the toffee…and the peppermint bark –
Though it appeared he wasn’t the only one slightly overwhelmed, because no sooner had his young little mind been short-circuiting over his own choices and prospects, then another stepped nearby, asking for his opinion. Bright-eyed, he looked upwards, narrowing his stare for a second as recognition began to click into place. “Hi! Aren’t you Flora?” On another thought, he bowed his head a little lower, quick to recognize royalty and titles, then quieted his tones as a few glanced over, the pitch of his enthusiasm potentially drawing attention.
On a more conspiracy-laden note, he tilted his head, finally going back to what she’d initially asked him about. “Oh, those are good.” He chanced a glance to see if any of the reptile ones were still there, before his eyes returned to Flora. “If I were you, I’d go for the dinosaurs,” because as a boy of seven, those held appeal, and yes, could potentially hinge on future exploits. Then he grinned at her, full of mischief along with that innocent endeavor of veracity and charm. “But, why can’t you take both?”
Though it appeared he wasn’t the only one slightly overwhelmed, because no sooner had his young little mind been short-circuiting over his own choices and prospects, then another stepped nearby, asking for his opinion. Bright-eyed, he looked upwards, narrowing his stare for a second as recognition began to click into place. “Hi! Aren’t you Flora?” On another thought, he bowed his head a little lower, quick to recognize royalty and titles, then quieted his tones as a few glanced over, the pitch of his enthusiasm potentially drawing attention.
On a more conspiracy-laden note, he tilted his head, finally going back to what she’d initially asked him about. “Oh, those are good.” He chanced a glance to see if any of the reptile ones were still there, before his eyes returned to Flora. “If I were you, I’d go for the dinosaurs,” because as a boy of seven, those held appeal, and yes, could potentially hinge on future exploits. Then he grinned at her, full of mischief along with that innocent endeavor of veracity and charm. “But, why can’t you take both?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
