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His gruff tone didn't shock her, as he was visibly frustrated, but she was slightly taken aback by his defiant no. Marian saw no reason to try and further prod, even though she thought she may have a solution to his predicament somewhere in the purse that she was carrying.  Why?  Because men were stubborn, some to the point where not even logic could sway them, and a stranger she'd met but a few seconds ago would be even less receptive.  If he continued to be...unfriendly with her, however...she wasn't sure she would be able to hold her thoughts. She shifted the purse on her shoulder, both hands on the strap, looking around the shop and not at the disgruntled man near her. "Oh...well, I was just looking to buy a couple pounds of peppers."  Her eyes roved around, as if she knew directly where the vegetables might be.  The store wasn't huge, and her gaze settled briefly on bins full of sweet potatoes.  Likely, the peppers would be near there.  "And I thought I might browse for other...things."  She chanced glancing back at him with a small friendly smile.

Cooking 101: Royal Edition

"Oh, well that works." Marian was tempted to seek out the people she already knew, but it was the middle of the day, and she didn't want to be interrupting their work without warning. Then she remembered... "I know you mentioned that restaurant and...I am a little hungry.  Maybe I'll check it out to pass the time."  She wondered, as well, if the owner of the restaurant - she couldn't remember his unusual name! - would have any extra supplies to borrow.  She would have to ask. She sighed quietly, guessing they didn't have electronic mixers here in Selphia, and could not imagine how enticed Lest would be to lick batter or frosting or whatever from the metal whisks of one of those contraptions.  Marian forced herself to ignore the "babysitting" part, which just made her envision him doing something as absurd as putting his hand on a hot stove. But his confident declaration did give her an idea, at least.  "If you do well enough, maybe I'll let you kept this...No pressure, of course.  There's no punishment if you don't...do well.  No punishment other than lousy food, that is."  She waved the spatula lightly as she spoke, sorely wanting to reach out and boop Lest on the nose with it, like a naughty puppy.  "So off you go, I'll come by in an hour or so, okay?"

Watching the windmill turn [Marian + Ivan]

Lights That Stop Me [Marian/Allen]

At least he was being honest - if he had told her no, it wasn't morbid, she wouldn't have believed him anyway.  And his comment regarding herself made her exhale a small laugh through her nose. "No, I don't mind."  She told him, still focused on the river.  She didn't, because at least he was being candid about everything.  Not trying to sugarcoat.  "I'd be concerned if you weren't...'running your mouth', I mean." She let out a shaky breath, as she began to find words to express the thoughts she never let herself think on for too long.  "It's not like I want...think about it a lot, losing people, but...I've lost people in other ways."  She already knew that if Allen prodded into that question, she wouldn't tell much, because it was supposed to be vague - that she'd lost friends as well as someone who was so much more.  Which wasn't the same as someone she loved dying, except for how she had felt dead inside.  "And I wasn't ready, and that...that is so horrible to...deal with.  But I guess you can't ever...really be ready to lose someone..." What if something happened to her parents when she was in Zephyr Town?  She thought about that a lot, with no siblings to help her carry the task.  If things had gone how she'd originally hoped, she'd still be in the city, less than a half hour from her parents, not several hours by train.  But no, she had decided to live a life she was not at all ready for - and so far it'd gone quite well, except for the parts. But her life had gone so well before, until it was upended without warning. And now the tears that had momentarily subsided returned.  Why was she talking to Allen about this even in this cryptic manner?  Allen, of all people?  Someone who thought she was she was too prim and proper for her own good.  She probably sounded so dumb, so sheltered. She brought a hand to her mouth to cover a sob. "I...I'm sorry..I shouldn't...talk about this."  Marian turned, starting to walk back to the table they'd been at.

{ Just A Little Lost } || Marian&Meryl