Basin Court market
Loshis 14, 2720 - Afternoon
I t was amusing to see people -traders and otherwise- nodding to Cassidy in greeting as the two of them walked through what looked to the passive to be similar paths. It could be his height, it could be the crowd, it could be his generally abysmal sense of directions--but Yazad could not tell which way is which. Every direction looked the same to him, with stalls that carried the best a seller can offer, and eager merchants hawking their wares.
"So you have always resided in Old Rose Harbor? I can understand the familiarity now." the man commented, wondering if he would have been a tad better at navigating a city if he had not changed places of residence a few times. From the Logarchon manor where his parents -and he, back then- lived, to the manor of the other Logarchons, then to Sophronios’ own, secluded house. And lastly, The Stacks. But no. He concluded, with ease, that he really just was never meant to be good at it.
"My goodness, well I will be!" Yazad managed to chime in a tone of controlled glee, his hands clapping once and his cheeks glowing with an additional hue of pink. Cassidy worked at a bakery. Her very own bakery. What a joy that must be, at least in the perspective of someone like him. His mind instantly wandered to a conversation that was had before, about impossible dreams and unattainable wishes. "The Good Pan, what an adorable name. If only my circumstances were not what they are, I would have applied for the position in a heartbeat." Yazad commented with a lighthearted smile, allowing himself the image of him being a bakery worker. It was an entertaining enough mental image, but one that he knew he would never consider in actuality. He was in service of a man who needed him, and whom he owed a debt of kindness to.
The constraints of reality, however, did not stop Yazad from launching into more details about the woman’s statement. "I do adore baking myself, especially pastries. But I imagine that operating a bakery is in no way close to cooking for only two. It is rather impressive that you had managed the establishment on your own for years, madam. And the thought of you in an apron is rather endearing." The chuckling passive was not sure why he found the idea to be so delightful, but he did. With arms such as hers, Cassidy was probably capable of making twice as he would in a day. Most people were ignorant of how much effort kneading and rolling dough required.
"Oh, goodness, yes. Thank you kindly. If you would excuse me for a moment, please." Yazad responded, bowing his head quickly before weaving through a couple of people to reach the stall. The tanned elderly woman greeted him with a hearty laugh, which Yazad responded to with a sheepish smile. With him knowing what he wanted, the exchange of tallies and jewelry was quick. Instead of having his new earrings wrapped and packaged, the passive opted to carry them where they were intended to be used. On the spot, he deftly removed the two loops of string that he was using to maintain his piercing, then replaced them with the more weighty accessory of gold and pearl. Most likely not even real gold or pearl, but it was a well-crafted trinket nonetheless.
"Pardon me." Promptly, Yazad made his way back to Cassidy, standing before the woman with a canted head as his hand went up to tuck the dark strands of his hair behind his ear, revealing his new purchase to her. "What does the madam think?" He asked, almost playfully.