"Well, I'll go visit her sometime. I would like to see if maybe I can remember how to make it, who knows. If I have the right materials and guidance, I may be able to recreate it." Oliver felt like he had baked once in his life, but he hadn't tried since arriving out of fear of messing up. If he had a baker with him, surely she'd be able to catch any mistakes and be nice to him. Everyone had to start somewhere and the baker would surely recognize that.
"Yeah...we can. I know some people don't like that I kinda doubt stuff...or ask tons of stuff." At least Jigano seemed to like him? Hopefully that would remain a constant. Oliver wanted to make friends and have people to spend time with. Especially when Jigano seemed like an extremely kind individual. "Honestly? That'd be amazing. I want advice on how to deal with the gods, what I can do to gain their favor." Oliver had heard plenty of times now that the Gods could easily ruin his life and that he shouldn't discredit or disrespect them.
But one thing did confuse him. "What do you mean about the Old Gods and the attuned? About me asking to be closer to this world and their faith? I'm an abandoned- not an attuned." Oliver wanted clarification. He was eager to receive any kind of help he could. To get as close to the gods as he possibly could.
And of course, it shifted towards what he used to do. It had become a norm for Oliver to tell everyone about how he had absolutely no idea what he used to do. "No idea. I have basically no important memories, just little snippets of what my life used to be. All I know is that drawing makes me happy, I like sweets and plants, and...I'm Irish?"
"Yeah...we can. I know some people don't like that I kinda doubt stuff...or ask tons of stuff." At least Jigano seemed to like him? Hopefully that would remain a constant. Oliver wanted to make friends and have people to spend time with. Especially when Jigano seemed like an extremely kind individual. "Honestly? That'd be amazing. I want advice on how to deal with the gods, what I can do to gain their favor." Oliver had heard plenty of times now that the Gods could easily ruin his life and that he shouldn't discredit or disrespect them.
But one thing did confuse him. "What do you mean about the Old Gods and the attuned? About me asking to be closer to this world and their faith? I'm an abandoned- not an attuned." Oliver wanted clarification. He was eager to receive any kind of help he could. To get as close to the gods as he possibly could.
And of course, it shifted towards what he used to do. It had become a norm for Oliver to tell everyone about how he had absolutely no idea what he used to do. "No idea. I have basically no important memories, just little snippets of what my life used to be. All I know is that drawing makes me happy, I like sweets and plants, and...I'm Irish?"
