He was somewhat relieved by her expressions and disbelief; he’d already endured the worry, and then the questions, and to receive neither, only laughter, made the beacon of his smile persist and continue. Like a little ray of sun he turned his features back towards her, granting his own little chuckles. “Yeah, I grew up at a shrine,” he offered with a shrug, unaware she’d be inclined to understand.
But then there were cocoa bombs and his own sagacity, at which he took at face value, eyes widening, letting it sink into his chest and mind. As she deliberated, or…didn’t, as it were, he grinned, very impish and juvenile, watching as she scooped multitudes off the shelf. “That should keep you for a while. Halo’s cocoa is the best.” He could say, because he hadn’t procured any from other regions yet, and they should have something to boast about in the warm drinks department, given their climate.
He wouldn’t receive any recommendations on the pretzels though, save for the trust in his particular brand of wisdom, and he dropped them into his basket without further consideration. “All right, one to go then,” and he would’ve snagged at the peppermint bark, but the egg itself had become a whole other distraction. When Flora didn’t have an explanation, the finders keepers proclamation was enough to set his smile even wider, placing it gently amongst the pretzels. “Losers weepers,” he murmured in response, humming it a little under his breath. “Were you looking for anything else?”
But then there were cocoa bombs and his own sagacity, at which he took at face value, eyes widening, letting it sink into his chest and mind. As she deliberated, or…didn’t, as it were, he grinned, very impish and juvenile, watching as she scooped multitudes off the shelf. “That should keep you for a while. Halo’s cocoa is the best.” He could say, because he hadn’t procured any from other regions yet, and they should have something to boast about in the warm drinks department, given their climate.
He wouldn’t receive any recommendations on the pretzels though, save for the trust in his particular brand of wisdom, and he dropped them into his basket without further consideration. “All right, one to go then,” and he would’ve snagged at the peppermint bark, but the egg itself had become a whole other distraction. When Flora didn’t have an explanation, the finders keepers proclamation was enough to set his smile even wider, placing it gently amongst the pretzels. “Losers weepers,” he murmured in response, humming it a little under his breath. “Were you looking for anything else?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
