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Voscil still liked to wear pops of red in her outfit, although the yellowblood had settled on a slightly more neutral color choice, the stripped shirt fit her well enough. Voscil was not use to wearing anything but her regular jumpsuit, playing the part of the fake I.D of Sparky Hanabi was slowly becoming more normal. She still wore bits of the blue from Reemus's disguise since he continued to be insistent about the choice. They had been at Salamire for some time now, and while coming and going from the Swamp helped Voscil had helped out with the rebuilding efforts.

It would have been rude of her otherwise. Especially given the lengths they'd gone to try and make accommodations for everyone living space wise.

The best part in this, was she had a lot of the friends she'd been close to as a kid close by. Zin wasn't among them, which still left her feeling weird given she worried about him. However. Voscil had never truly been alone. Reemus somehow had always been there for her when she least expected it.

After the ladders had crashed, she'd been quieter than usual. Down a bit even. Of course, walking hand in hand with someone you cared about and the tantalizing smell of food was too good. She'd gone briefly to play with the Snoutbeast with Faithe (Etsali), and even rustled around for a needle. But being invited on an official date during the harvest season was exciting! Everything was new to her, Voscil hadn't attended last years Jubilee. Leaving her fairly delighted.

She in turn grinned at the site of the mooncakes..and free samples. Food. One of the trolls absolute favorite subject. Not only that this was something sugary, delicious and...Exactly what sounded good. There was all kind of fairground goodies but the sparkle in the lightning psionics eyes was all too real and pure as she pulled at his hand to come with her.

"Tooothy...they look really good." She shoved a bite of her own in her mouth, looking over at those who were making them. Gulping ddown her first one, and second one they both vanished. Vos slowly reached for another before deciding better of it. Truth be told they had all practically vanished in two bites. She wanted to savior it for a moment An idea occurred to her. "Wanna make some to take with?" Voscil hummed thoughtfully as she nibbled on what was left of her last free mooncake she'd grabbed.

"Yeah we can! Look I see some other trolls rolling out dough. Mind you I don't think I'm very good at baking." She admitted sheepishly as she chuckled. Voscil hadn't kept count of how many he'd just wolfed down, but she did sneak another one for herself as she moved from place to place beside him with the quickness her psionics allowed for.

She was in one spot, then the next actually pretty jazzed up. The last few days hadn't been as bad. The Outpost was slowly coming along with rebuilding efforts, and running for supplies for her anyway wasn't to difficult. It kept her busy. That made handling what had happened easier to deal with.

Those thoughts for the moment were absent as she looked curiously at the baking station then back to Reemus. She remembered setting a kitchen on fire as a smaller girl...hopefully that wouldn’t happen again..this wasn't nearly as involved. These ovens looked pretty wiggler friendly, which put her at ease. Patting the dough she looked at his hands and what he was working with. "I dunno do you wanna make a big one?" She laughed, amused at the thought. His arm muscles tensed as he worked with the dough, she noted the change with an appreciative raise of her brow.

Voscil even pushed her hand to much into the dough, mooshing it from her distaction. Oopse! She'd have to fix that as she rolled her's out.

Her eyes widened, a flush of mustard yellow dotted the girl's cheeks suddenly as she caught herself staring. Wait. He wanted to make her a whole box? "Aww! Thank you! You know I'll literally eat anything...especially if it's berry...or chocolate you don't have to pick a special one." Vos mumbled sheepishly as she nudged him gently. "Pick some flavors for me to work with?" She asked him noting there was spice, sweet and even a few other odds and ends. Hmm. As long as they made them for each other, she had a feeling neither foodie would complain.

"Duh that's like asking if Mamaju roars." Voscil snorted at the other softly in amusement. "You goofball." She smiled at his choice of words. Vos hadn't missed it. Her boyfriend was being particularly sweet. Funny. She never thought she'd use those words. The red flirt had turned into outright dating. Voscil still wore a goofy smile of her own when she thought about it.

Voscil brushed her nose against his cheek and stole a quick peck on his strong jawline as he leaned down momentarily. She had grown...although he was still taller than her much to her dismay.

Working at making his cake she moved to add more ginger and brown sugar for the one she was planning on making him. Herself she picked out a few black berries and blue to try out. "I think so..." she nudged some spice mix towards them to make it easier. Once she'd added a filling she examined the cake. "Not to bad I think?" She laughed sheepishly glancing at his handy work.

Voscil was supposed to be while disguised as Sparky, pretending to be his (Toothy's) moirail. A poor choice given they'd just confessed feelings of red attraction for the other. Her husky handsome fool looked good in any outfit he wore...but the blue made it hard to discern if he was truly a highblood or not. She only worried if he ever was hit. Not that Vos would let him face such a peril on his own. It was why she'd settled for more yellows and greys in her wardrobe..but being out with Reemus made it impossible to not want to jazz up the matching look just a bit.

When had he gotten that light stubble across his jawl? The sideburns on the other boy had grown out a fair amount. His short hair too had taken on a more longish wild apperance. Her own hair had recently been trimmed, she'd done it herself and was rather pleased with the look overall. There she was again, comparing apperances and admiring him. Oh Come on! There was cakes to be made..and she kept loosing track of what she was doing.

Smiling sheepishly she moved closer to him for a moment and leaned into his side as she took a small break before making the crust. "Babe I dunno...mine looks lumpy compared to yours." She could eat mooncakes no problem, making them was a problem all it's own. Appraising her work vs his, she adjusted the dough a little before moving on. "I think they'll be fine either way with any luck?" She hummed a little.

"I wish I'd gone last year, I was busy with a flarp thing and playing in a fiduspawn tournament." She admitted with a small shrug. Voscil giggled at her boyfriend's remark. "I would too..it's why I never tried to work in food." She grinned at him laughing as she shook her head in bewilderment. Shuffling to get the goods for the crust she made it, before assembling the cake to go into the baking oven.

Impatient to get going for no particular reason, she could barely contain herself as she looked to Reemus urging him to get his done soon.

Voscil giggled a little at that, shaking her head at him. "Yeah BUT good food verse meh Ree!" She insisted, although she wasn't being picky, in fact she was warmly teasing him. "It'll be good just cuz we made 'em who cares." She shrugged then with a mischievous gleam in the runner's eyes. While he didn't comment much on last year, she appreciated the fact he let her yammer on anyway even if it was trivial.

"We can look for some to enter soon...and no one will really say much if ya wear the wrong blood color and get smacked. It's a costume." Reemus needed the pratice, he'd been a seadweller wiggler out of water for the first time. He had tried that was for sure. Her last flarp session had been intense, Eridia was an odd friend to have gained from the experience. Yet it had happened just the same. Vos tried to approach that whole mess carefully, Eri was not a troll to toy with lightly. As she pondered this, Voscil began musing thoughtfully. "We should get the gang back 'home' to play sometimes." The idea of all those kids playing seemed hilariously amusing to her.

Flower was all over Vos. She'd gotten some on her shirt, while the rest lingered on her hands and a bit dusted her nose even. She'd been careless and hasty with the flower, sending it floating in the air whichever way it pleased. Oblivious to it she smiled at him then. "Yea...I wanted to for these." She admitted with a slight nod.

"Hmm sure, do ya want a box of your own or shall we make 6 'n 6 for the other?" The yellowblood asked as she leaned over to purposely brush a hand over his arm as Vos reached for the cooking sheet for his mooncake. The light electrical static behind her touch was from her nervous, giddy emotions and wasn't intended to hurt him.

Voscil actually agreed with the train of thought. "With the way I eat, trust me I know." She admitted sheepishly, patting her gut for emphasis. Vos could keep paces with any competitive eater if she so desired. It wasn't really a BRAGGING right, but it was impressive by her books. Luckily the swamp was good to them on the meal front. Vos also hunted to help keep supplies going, and made frequent runs as needed. That didn't stop her stomach from rumbling now of course.

"Usually yea, sometimes folks go as their own invention. Most of the times the rules are already setup 'n such and you are just joining sides for mock combat practice tho some trolls really give ya a good one-two in the 'spirit' of things." She winked, as if she'd perhaps done that in the past as a little girl. "Mhmm! I think they would too." Voscil could only hope the kids liked it anyway, or else clearly they all likely had defective thinkpans. Or were boring. Either one was possible.

"Ahhh! Okay yea I like the sound of that." Vos appeared on the other side of their work station, blushing as he called out the fact she was barely containing herself. A little eletrical pop sounded off as she gathered up ingredients to set to work making her batch for him. "Ya just fine, mk? How you doing buddy." She poked her tongue out at him playfully, keeping in character for appearances.

Vos glanced at him with a knowing expression despite her comment. Oh yea everything was fine, she was just excited. Controlling her powers was a pain in the a** disguised or not with such factors in place. Rasali had at least helped her practice getting a handle on them.

"I'm doin' pretty good, with good company n' all." So the cakes were in the oven, and like ovens did, would let them know when they were done. He'd just have to try not to bark at the noise. Oh, right, they were making more things. He shook his head and tried to focus. Voscil was already at work, so he had to shuffle to get enough for six whole cakes. Or, well, the size he'd want to make. Six 'average' size looked pitiful. He could do better than that! Somehow avoiding any ire for taking so much dough and ingredients, he returned to his station to work.

Reemus had a little problem, though. His hair kept trying to flop into his eyes despite being slicked back. "I think m' hair's gettin' a little too long..." he grumbled. "I dunno if I should cut it or not." Maybe she'd had a helpful opinion. Left to his own devices, he'd cut it terribly but be satisfied that it wasn't in his face anymore. A simple boy.

"Oh, Sparks, ya did the snoutbeast thing, right? How'd that go?" Reemus would love to wrestle a pig, but Toothy had to appear like he didn't like getting dirty. At least on the ground. It was pure murder for the pup.