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Eiden's glancing around at the stall selling a wide array of different types of rolls and buns and just baked goods in general. Soft and crispy, all in all amazing selection with heavenly scents making Eiden feel like he could hang out here for that alone.

From the corner of his eye he however spots someone and that someone is just about to his teeth on a large sourdough bread.

" Whoaaaa hey hey hey ---"

Wait he seems familiar-- never mind that right now. The stallkeeper has noticed them and Eiden has to save the situation.

" I'll pay!! I'll pay so... "

" How much that? Okay, lemme also grab some brioche... "

Welcome back!

GIVEN SHE HAD NAUGHT ELSE TO DO, she figures these hands of hers can help offer something to someone after everything she's wrought upon the world. it takes a little getting used to, how fingers fumble a few gifts, getting burnt by the pot of the soup and so much more. she eventually wonders if maybe she should offer song, something she knows she can provide well than these little mistakes littered throughout her help. until the sight of another observing everything happening draws her attention. she waits for a moment, only stepping forward when he seems to not engage with anyone, before speaking up.

❝ Were you looking for something specific? ❞ maybe that was a good start to figure out what he might need. ❝ I was about to put on a performance maybe... but I can help you first if you'd like. ❞

Your semi-hiatuses will be applied.

from what AZ had gathered, whatever was wrong with him- the garden blooming within- was in fact contagious. the pollen fell like faerie dust from the crimson flowers woven in his silver hair, and all that they touched suffered the same. truth bled from the lips of those affected, and if not, the flowers bloomed. lonely as he was, it meant that it was best to avoid people until the whole thing was sorted out- and it would be, he was certain of that. because the last odd phenomenon in the city had passed rather smoothly, all things considered.

of course, he was unable to predict everyone's movements, and with the weight of mortality, he required the same things as any other person. food, drink, fresh air- so it was in this that he found himself face to face with a peculiar young fellow.

"This is kind of fun!"

She seems winded, but not displeased: one squirming marshmallow-beast in each hand (small, and not fast enough). Apparently, they're meant to be eaten as they are, or roasted...but they do still seem to be alive-ish. Maybe she should try to borrow some of her brother's energy?

A shrug, Richia hesitantly sinking her teeth into the soft little treat: it doesn't make a sound or emote, so it's not like eating an animal, and she continues with a little more gusto -- and follows it with the next one. (Hm. She gets it now.)

But oh. She's been stared at, this whole time, hasn't she? A hand politely wipes the corners of her mouth.

"Oh. We're supposed to catch them and eat them...so I figured I would try them plain..."

give my muse an item and see how they react! | not accepting

Reinite looks at the shoes that have been offered to her. Then back at the person. Then back at the shoes. Then back at them.