Deimos
Overwhelmed all over again, his gaze slipped from the seedlings, long hair long since put up and out of the way, to everything else going on around them. Long before, he wouldn’t have ever had this many gathered in honor of anything he’d ever done or accomplished; so he swallowed down the brimming, quelling emotions, but did permit widened grins at Jigano’s creations and the rests’ efforts.
His head rose to attention once more as Amalia summoned him out of his focus, a very juvenile source of amusement and mischief bounding back in return. The bakery had already filled with the tempting, promising scents of whatever they’d decided upon for flavors, so he returned the seedlings to where they’d remain until the ceremony, and advanced upon the cakes pulled from the oven. “Time to taste test!” A loud, booming announcement for their crowd, meant to summon them from their tasks, for a break, for an opportunity to simply savor. Once the cakes had cooled, he helped cut them into individual pieces, three for each person assisting, placing them, and utensils, along the table and chairs already set up. His eyes went to those who’d helped, arching his brow as they all settled in. “What did you decide for flavors?” Because he’d barely been listening (focused on his own munitions) – maybe each individual could showcase their choices.
Before he sat down, he rounded over to the Sage, presuming he’d be best for one of the last details. “Would you mind coming up with something for the reception? To place on the Notice Board?”
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LAST ROUND (<3 to all). Time to taste test! Maybe each baker could tell which ones they did? Decide your favorite and we can serve ‘em at the reception~
His head rose to attention once more as Amalia summoned him out of his focus, a very juvenile source of amusement and mischief bounding back in return. The bakery had already filled with the tempting, promising scents of whatever they’d decided upon for flavors, so he returned the seedlings to where they’d remain until the ceremony, and advanced upon the cakes pulled from the oven. “Time to taste test!” A loud, booming announcement for their crowd, meant to summon them from their tasks, for a break, for an opportunity to simply savor. Once the cakes had cooled, he helped cut them into individual pieces, three for each person assisting, placing them, and utensils, along the table and chairs already set up. His eyes went to those who’d helped, arching his brow as they all settled in. “What did you decide for flavors?” Because he’d barely been listening (focused on his own munitions) – maybe each individual could showcase their choices.
Before he sat down, he rounded over to the Sage, presuming he’d be best for one of the last details. “Would you mind coming up with something for the reception? To place on the Notice Board?”
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LAST ROUND (<3 to all). Time to taste test! Maybe each baker could tell which ones they did? Decide your favorite and we can serve ‘em at the reception~
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