#tipsy moon

Awakened Suit: Tipsy Moon

"He would make a good jester. He has a lot of opinions.”

“The thought of him in bells in rather funny.” Moon agreed with a nod. Wargrin, no doubt would not share the sentiment. For one so accustomed to the notions of pride and honour, the concept of court jesters’ peculiar attire would certainly be a damper on an otherwise fitting profession.

“Perhaps one day I will tell him his job description has changed. That way I can have him jingling and pestering you all day rather than me.” Moon quipped with a sly smile as she went to fill her glass once more. It would be funny to see the look on Wargrin’s face as he juggled the temptation to make a further nuisance out of himself with the price of his dignity. Idly, Moon lost herself in a moment of considering how likely the septarian would be to accept. Perhaps for a quiet weekend he could be humoured into it.

“Sewing, I always had crooked stitches.”

“I take it the outfit I met you in wasn’t your own creation, then.” Moon retorted with a snicker. It still stirred some humour in her to present day, despite the negative associations time and memory brought with it.

“And I want to know, if you have ever cooked anything by yourself before. Without magic.”

A faint pause was Moon’s only answer as she attempted to pluck a suitable memory from her mind to oppose such a question and all it inferred.

“…Well…not entirely without help, no.” Moon admitted somewhat ruefully. Toffee and Wargrin were most likely experienced in such aspects of survival- something that only highlighted how comfortable her own upbringing had been as necessity did not dictate the need of such skills.

“I did try to make cakes in the kitchens as a child, but I always had kitchen staff helping me. I suppose I would be alright at by myself if I had a recipe to follow. It can’t be as unpredictable as magic.”