WHO: Assume Generic Connections (or dm me)
WHERE: Ann Arbor Farmer's Market, Kerrytown
STATUS: Open
Greyson couldn't remember a period in his life where he'd ever spent so much time (and money) at a farmer's market. If he really wanted to split hairs, he might go as far as to say he'd never spent much time in any market, ever. Leon, though, loved them. He loved all of the curiosities and goods offered by the locals- many of which he knew by being the seasoned ten year old market guru that he was. As his guardian, Grey was just thrilled to find something he could also participate in that didn't make Leon absolutely hate his guts.
Today, Leon couldn't be with him, but had made it a point to stress how imperative it was that Grey grab the Marupo Egg Tarts on his way home. A task not exactly unsuited to the man, but he'd had a hard time keeping a his debit card in check once he'd started to wander the booths at the market. This was made evident by the fact that he'd barely passed by two vendors before veering off to sate his curiosity.
"Have you tried this before?" His fingers smoothed over the front of the small, colorful package, before he snatched it from it's spot for inspection. "My home is a picky prison," he smirked softly, "I don't know what will happen to me if the vanilla is sourced wrong."
