Jigano was more than happy to scratch at Auni’s ears and rub his head as the last of the introductions were made and they settled in to work. He tied his wide sleeves back with practiced efficiency, baring his honeyed arms almost to the shoulder before making use of the water. With clean hands and his chosen ingredients he set to kneading, tossing Kiada and Deimos a conspiratorial grin at their agreement. ”Surely no one will notice just a few small nibbles taken out of the loaves?” he suggested slyly, sharing the lavender with the young woman. There was something else going on between her and Deimos, an established friendship he found himself an outsider of, but that didn’t really matter. He was here to help Amalia, and Rexanna and Phoebe were present as well, so he felt comfortable in working silently, even starting to hum a little – though sharp blue eyes caught his fellow bakers’s antics as they whispered and glanced towards those who were making decorations.
Still, he wasn’t particularly bothered until a billow of mis-thrown flour from Kiada caught him a dusty white splash on his elbow. The pale brow arched as he looked at his companions with an expression caught between humor and exasperation. At least, he was exasperated until Amalia gave her blessing to the game, and then blue eyes sparked with mischief, his smile turning just a touch wicked. He waited for her to give her directions to the banner crew before snaking an arm around her to try and dab a spot of flour on her nose. ”Don’t think you can declare a prize and then claim it so easily!” he teased her, before turning back to his bread to knead it – using as little flour as he thought he could get away with, to keep his hands clean beneath the wrist. He kept a wary eye out on Kiada and Deimos, however, ready to duck if the big man retaliated for the scarred woman’s antics – and he did, indeed! Jigano spun, turning to let the flour land in his hair, white on white, and protected his clothing from the worst of it before turning back to his dough and working it with long, elegant fingers that focused on copying Amalia’s technique rather than brute strength as he began to quietly sing a song he had learned from Rory, about Rae and Flowerbirth. It made for a good rhythm to the kneading, in spite of the war going on across the table.
Still, he wasn’t particularly bothered until a billow of mis-thrown flour from Kiada caught him a dusty white splash on his elbow. The pale brow arched as he looked at his companions with an expression caught between humor and exasperation. At least, he was exasperated until Amalia gave her blessing to the game, and then blue eyes sparked with mischief, his smile turning just a touch wicked. He waited for her to give her directions to the banner crew before snaking an arm around her to try and dab a spot of flour on her nose. ”Don’t think you can declare a prize and then claim it so easily!” he teased her, before turning back to his bread to knead it – using as little flour as he thought he could get away with, to keep his hands clean beneath the wrist. He kept a wary eye out on Kiada and Deimos, however, ready to duck if the big man retaliated for the scarred woman’s antics – and he did, indeed! Jigano spun, turning to let the flour land in his hair, white on white, and protected his clothing from the worst of it before turning back to his dough and working it with long, elegant fingers that focused on copying Amalia’s technique rather than brute strength as he began to quietly sing a song he had learned from Rory, about Rae and Flowerbirth. It made for a good rhythm to the kneading, in spite of the war going on across the table.
