ISKRA
Melita is shamelessly herself, and it’s definitely top five of his favorite things about her. She doesn’t shy or soften for the sake of others, especially not if entertainment is involved. As she maps out her additional plan, hands orchestrating the whole possibility in grand display, his grin threatens to take over every part of his face. Stuffing it with chicken as a distraction, he gives a muffled farewell to Sunjata . ”Guf uck!”
A more mobile vendor slinging drinks and churros from a tray around their neck is ambling by just in time for Iskra to wave him down. Swallowing, he gestures and asks for two spiked lemonades and a churro to share. Washing down the fried chicken with a sip as he passes Mel her own cup, he glances over the rim towards the starting show. ”Y’think if we broke this in half it’d make a good straw?” he wonders, brandishing the churro mightily between them, sugar and cinnamon tumbling free with every faint movement like dessert glitter.
A more mobile vendor slinging drinks and churros from a tray around their neck is ambling by just in time for Iskra to wave him down. Swallowing, he gestures and asks for two spiked lemonades and a churro to share. Washing down the fried chicken with a sip as he passes Mel her own cup, he glances over the rim towards the starting show. ”Y’think if we broke this in half it’d make a good straw?” he wonders, brandishing the churro mightily between them, sugar and cinnamon tumbling free with every faint movement like dessert glitter.
Yippee-ki-yay
