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knifewithnoname) wrote in
voidtreckerexpress2020-06-06 01:27 pm
Honey Cakes
Who: Little One (Buttercup) and you!
Where: Standard coach
When: Day 16, evening
What: Little One has bought honey cakes and baklava with her points. She is willing to share.
Warnings:
It had been a busy day. Once again they had a whole group of new people and other people had left. Including Waver, her roommate. She had a new roommate now but hasn't spoken much to him. She had stayed out the way mostly, watching the new people and getting an idea of them.
But the most exciting thing of yesterday had been that her parcels had arrived. Honey cakes, baklava and a jar of Gauigen honey. She had already eaten some of the cakes, obviously but the main reason for her buying them hadn't just being to eat them but to let people know about how superior Gauigen honey cakes were.
People had made her honey cakes on the train and those were appreciated. They were delicious, but they were not these honey cakes.
She had gotten baklava as well, the adults she had known at home preferred that to honey cakes and though she strongly disagreed with that opinion, baklava was delicious in it's own right.
She sat on one of the tables in the standard coach, crossed legged with bare feet, leaning against the window. She had two plates in front of her, one piled with small roughly cut cakes, the other with an array of honey cakes.
People get a grin. "You can be having one if you do be wanting."
She's also eating them, of course. They were her cakes after all.
Where: Standard coach
When: Day 16, evening
What: Little One has bought honey cakes and baklava with her points. She is willing to share.
Warnings:
It had been a busy day. Once again they had a whole group of new people and other people had left. Including Waver, her roommate. She had a new roommate now but hasn't spoken much to him. She had stayed out the way mostly, watching the new people and getting an idea of them.
But the most exciting thing of yesterday had been that her parcels had arrived. Honey cakes, baklava and a jar of Gauigen honey. She had already eaten some of the cakes, obviously but the main reason for her buying them hadn't just being to eat them but to let people know about how superior Gauigen honey cakes were.
People had made her honey cakes on the train and those were appreciated. They were delicious, but they were not these honey cakes.
She had gotten baklava as well, the adults she had known at home preferred that to honey cakes and though she strongly disagreed with that opinion, baklava was delicious in it's own right.
She sat on one of the tables in the standard coach, crossed legged with bare feet, leaning against the window. She had two plates in front of her, one piled with small roughly cut cakes, the other with an array of honey cakes.
People get a grin. "You can be having one if you do be wanting."
She's also eating them, of course. They were her cakes after all.

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