Zavien
We may indeed in counsel point to the higher road,
but we cannot compel any free creature to walk upon it.
Any worries about hidden negativity disappears as Thorn reassures him. The smile solidifies, as satisfied with his friend's happiness as his own. He claps him on the shoulder in turn. "Good." Please with how the afternoon has gone, he starts back on their path, letting Sol lead the way with the power of his nose.
When they reach the shop, he can't help the laughter that arises from Thorn's enthusiasm. He's not sure he's ever seen the man this excited before, but based on the food he describes, Zavien really can't blame him. His mouth is already watering as he nods his head and steps through the doorway, breathing in the delicious smells. "I'm not sure I've had potato pasta, but as long as they have protein." He guesses some spicy meat or chicken would taste good with the pesto.
Zavien doesn't blink at Thorn's familiarity with the waitress while they take their place at a booth in the back. Whether his friend knows her from his work or hers, Zavien's unsurprised by the connection, well aware of his friend's social skills and just how small King's End can start to feel after a while. He hasn't even been here that long and people already know his name and where he lives. He can't imagine what it must be like for someone who's been here that much longer.
Granting the woman a grateful smile, he begins perusing the menu as best he can, cracking jokes and enjoying the moment with his friend.
[FIN]
When they reach the shop, he can't help the laughter that arises from Thorn's enthusiasm. He's not sure he's ever seen the man this excited before, but based on the food he describes, Zavien really can't blame him. His mouth is already watering as he nods his head and steps through the doorway, breathing in the delicious smells. "I'm not sure I've had potato pasta, but as long as they have protein." He guesses some spicy meat or chicken would taste good with the pesto.
Zavien doesn't blink at Thorn's familiarity with the waitress while they take their place at a booth in the back. Whether his friend knows her from his work or hers, Zavien's unsurprised by the connection, well aware of his friend's social skills and just how small King's End can start to feel after a while. He hasn't even been here that long and people already know his name and where he lives. He can't imagine what it must be like for someone who's been here that much longer.
Granting the woman a grateful smile, he begins perusing the menu as best he can, cracking jokes and enjoying the moment with his friend.
[FIN]
