As the world comes to an end,

Remus had greatly enjoyed the cuddle pile but he was happy to sit here and cuddle Jason now too. He was half tempted to pull Jason in closer but refrained from it for now.

Alcohol didn't affect Remus as much, and he'd been eating, he didn't seem near as inebriated as any of the other people still dancing and stumbling their way around the house. It probably wouldn't bother him, then. Still, Jason blushed more darkly, reached for the glass and pushed it a bit towards Remus. "W-Would you m-mind-? C-Could you p-please h-help me f-finish this...?" He felt a little rude asking, Daisy had poured it for him herself, but he was a bit of a lightweight and already tired after working the wedding. "D-Does she s-snore?" It took him a moment to understand what Remus meant. And then he was blushing furiously. "Oh." "W-Well, t-that d-does s-seem l-like it w-would m-make it h-h-harder to s-sleep-" Biting his lip, he offered, "w-would y-you l-like to s-stay the n-night at m-my p-place? I-I-I-" he paused, taking a slow breath before finishing, "I d-don't t-think i'll be s-staying v-very long. The p-party s-seems l-like it's a-almost done."

Remus waited for the tension to leave as he listened to Jason. Had he known a simple hand to hold the drink still would cause such a reaction he wouldn’t have done it. It was never his intent to cause it.

"T-That does s-sound lovely..." a cuddle pile sounded wonderful at the moment, but being there on the couch with Remus's arm around his shoulders was lovely as well. He was comfortable with him, they had baked together so many times. "W-Was it o-one of t-those?" He gestured toward the drink Remus was holding for him, his sleeves now pulled down over his hands. He had the fabric balled up tightly in his palms. Biting his lip, he lowered his voice so no one would hear him, "a-alcohol d-doesn't affect you as m-much, d-does it...?" "W-Why is Marlene a-as a n-neighbor a d-downside? She's l-lovely."

Remus thought he looked rather cute in his outfit. It matched who he knew Jason was. The small blush on his cheeks made Remus smile but he didn't say anything about it. Considering his tipsy level he was far more touchy than normal, as normally he would have asked before putting an arm around him.

He went entirely still for a second when Remus put a hand on his drink, again relaxing after a small breath. He couldn't remember what it was like anymore not to be so anxious and jumpy. Even with people he knew and liked, it seemed. "I-It's... W-Well..." he considered just coming out and saying it, but shook the thought off immediately. "A-Actually... M-Maybe you c-can." He tipped his head so he could look up at Remus. "W-Would you l-like to t-tell m-me about your n-night...? I-I think that would h-help t-tons."

Was it late or really early in the morning? At this point Remus didn't fully know but he was starting to feel a bit sluggish. Not to mention most people had in fact either left or gone home with someone else. Remus hadn't, in fact he had just been cuddling Tilden when the other had gotten up.

Jason glanced up from his drink when he caught sight of a familiar silhouette in the doorway. He watched Remus while he came over and sat himself down, blushing only a little when he put his arm around him. Taking a slow breath, he calmed himself down after a moment and let himself relax against his friend's side. "H-Hi, Remus," Jason greeted him with a smile on his face, though it didn't seem to work to hide how he was feeling at the moment. Nervously he held his drink on one knee so he could fiddle with his sleeves without dropping it. "I-It's n-nothing like t-that- The w-wedding w-went well, I t-think..." "I-It's nothing," he shook his head, he had nothing to be sad about. "It's s-silly."

Rabastan waited patiently as Jason worked. He observed him all the while, mulling - not for the first time - over why the other man was so precariously shy. It was correct to be deferent, of course. But Jason was clearly skilled and had established his own thriving business. His self-assurance should have been greater. "Not everyone likes cake," he said pointedly. "But do tell: what flavour did Cissa choose in the end?"

The second Pandora saw Jason, a sense of relief washed over her, grateful to have someone around that understood her. She waited until the witch who was looking at a pastry left before she went in for a hug, holding it a little longer before she pulled back and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Biscuit!" A bright smile on her face. "I'm so happy to see you. Are you having a good night?" Absentmindedly she plucks up one of the pastries, and pops it into her mouth, silence filling the air whilst she chews and swallows the deliciousness. "Have you seen my brother?" She knew he was around here, somewhere.

Jason served the witch a plate with all three tarts he had available before noticing Pandora was waiting behind her. "Panda! H-Hello!" He came out from behind the counter to greet her, giggling when she hugged him, "you're g-going to g-get icing a-all o-over you-" but returning it wholeheartedly anyway, holding her like he hadn't seen her in years. He blushed when she kissed him on the cheek, a goofy little smile on his face. He plated some more tarts for to take despite the fact she'd already stolen one. "I-I'm h-having a l-lovely night," he answered with a dreamy little sigh, "the d-decorations are so p-pretty, a-and i've s-seen s-so many b-beautiful gowns..." there had also been a fair number of handsome men, but that wasn't something Jason felt a need to bring up. That wasn't what he was there for. "Oz is j-just t-taking a little b-break." He handed Pandora the plate, now filled with one of each of the three flavors of tart he'd made for the occasion. The filling in the center of each was shaped into intricate, translucent little flowers. "H-He should be b-back s-soon, so I-I can h-have a b-break, as well."

"Hello, Mister Gently." With a faintly polite smile, he agreed and gestured to a selection. "You do seem rushed off your feet. Who knew pastries would be so popular." Frankly, he knew. He had a regular order at Jason's bakery. Aware of just how superior the produce was, he didn't bother to try anywhere else. It was a pity its owner was a halfblood who had fallen on the wrong side of the Death Eaters during the war. But such was life, full of disappointments.

"I h-had a f-feeling they m-might be," Jason admitted with a shy smile, glancing away and gesturing a hand to a pair of tongs to set them floating from tray to tray, gathering one of each flavor of tart onto the plate he held for Rabastan. "E-Even if there's g-going to be c-cake later, i've c-catered a few w-weddings b-before and i've n-noticed p-people tend to want s-sweet s-snacks l-leading up to it, a-anyway..." he returned his eyes to Rabastan, smiling wider. "S-So, now I m-make sure there's m-more than just cake." He couldn't help the blush that settled warm into his cheeks when Rabastan commented on the tarts. "T-Thank you," he murmured with a nod, handing him his plate before nervously reaching for a second, already figuring it was probably for his mum. Rabastan ordered sweets for his mum just as often as he ordered sweets for himself. "B-Both, really," he answered his question while he waited for the tongs to fill the second plate, watching it while it worked though he didn't need to to work the magic right. "I-I-I-" With a little breath, he started again. "I s-shaped them m-myself, b-but I d-did n-need to put a c-cooling charm o-on them for them to h-hold the shape- You'll n-notice w-when you bite i-into them." They were cold and refreshing. "T-There's raspb-berry r-rhubarb, b-blueberry l-lemon, and m-mango mint." "The m-mango m-mint is good, I p-promise." Others had been skeptical and refused to try them.

Oz had most of his wheelbarrow sold at this point. As the night was coming to the darkness he made his way to where he knew a dear friend would be. He hummed on his way there, stopping to make a few people a few flower crowns and getting paid.

"Mmn-?" Jason perked at the sound of his name, craning his head to the side so he could see who was calling him. At the sight of Oz his eyes immediately widened, Jason absolutely beaming with excitement to say hello to his friend. "Oh-! Oz-! J-Just a minute- G-Give me j-just a minute-!" Jason practically hopped a couple of times where he stood before focusing on the line of customers waiting to be served and getting to work. It was only a few minutes later that he cleared the line and was able to put up a temporary closed sign so he could see to Oz. Wiping frosting from his hands as he approached him, Jason came around out from behind the table and wrapped his arms around Oz in a hug. "I was h-hoping you'd s-stop by, it's l-lovely to see you. You l-look great," he told his friend with a smile when he finally pulled away. Smiling a little wider, he told him, "I b-brought t-treats for you."

Who: Alice and anyone

After only a few hours with his stand open, Jason had completely sold out of everything he'd brought to sell. Now he had nothing to do but wander the festival as he pleased, to take a proper look at the other stands set up around the festival and see what everyone was wearing. He'd been people watching from his stand all day as he'd served customers but he was definitely seeing more now that he wasn't confined to one space. He did a double take back to Alice when he spotted her, almost having missed her with the way she'd dressed up for the night. Smiling a sheepish little smile, he came up beside her to let her know, "you l-look so pretty tonight, Alice." His hands came up to his cheeks as he spoke, he couldn't help reflexively covering his face in his delight about it. "Y-Your dress is a-a-a-" Giving up with a small roll of his eyes, he glanced away shyly and smiled a little wider, "cute."

When: Firefly Festival

"Greta-!" Jason called to his friend, raising his voice just a little in his excitement as he approached her tent. She'd told him that she would have a tent at the festival, but he'd been so busy at his own that he hadn't had a moment to get away to say hello until just then. Coming to a stop in front of her tent, red in the face he took a second to lean against on of the poles and catch his breath before complimenting with a smile, "your s-samples look d-delicious!" "M-May I have one...?" He reached a slow hand towards the tray, waiting for her go ahead before actually taking anything. Greta didn't need to give Jason samples for him to know how good her cheeses were- He was already familiar with most of them from how often they liked to prepare food together, and trade snacks. "I h-have something f-for you, too."