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"Nothing again!" Nucleo drooped for a moment. His sadness didn't last long, for he knew that he'd get another chance. The line for this game moved quickly and at least there wasn't an entry fee! If only he had better eyesight to find the dang needle! But for now, he'd shuffle off to the next booth.

"What on Alternia are you doing, lowblooood~?" The last word drawled out lazily, and a small girl swayed over to close the gap between herself and Chiara. Twisting her fingers through one of her curls, Frossa shot up an amiable smile at the blueblood, well aware she wasn't of a 'low' hue, but all too eager to assert dominance before this... confrontation.

One didn't simply just tamper with the food. Or, more specifically, Frossa's food. And clearly, she had claim to some of that simmering stew (more than her fair share, if she'd have her way). Her and Alifax had already agreed to have a nice little picnic later after it was served- he seemed eager to ditch the idea of having cake for dinner. She didn't understand, but sure! That's the only reason Frossa was here, after all. Charming, home cooked country food, with those underlaying rustic and earthy undertones only fresh vegetables could accomplish. Lovely. But here was this brat, tossing in some indescribably slimy organic wad. Was this blueblood slow, or just intentionally impish? Frossa was willing to bet her beetles on the latter, but the former wasn't exactly out of the running. She hoped it was the latter. The latter would be ever so much more fun.

"I know this is really more of a warmblooded activity," she threw her head back and let out a healthy giggle, clutching her cheek, "but don't you think you should be doing better than that?" Frossa jutted a finger at whatever Chiara had dumped in, floating and frothing as it dissolved into the stock. "Pathetic, really."

"Come now. You're a lowblood, but you're still higher than most trolls here, hmmm? Do try and set an example. Allow me to demonstrate," with that, Frossa plucked one of the picture-perfect totatoes in her bag she had been saving for Hippodad, lightly slipping it in beside Chiara's abomination.

"Do you see the difference? Does this make sense to you?" She spoke sloooowly, clearly enunciating each word. Frossa's unhinged smile widened, and she folded her hands in front of herself daintily, batting her eyelashes and cocking her head as she waited.

Frossa had gotten separated from Alifax sometime in one of her mad dashes towards free food. Whoops. It was nigh impossible to find him in the thick crowd, not from her unimpressive vantage point. "Tcch..." Clicking her tongue in annoyance, Frossa opted to wait smack in the middle of the festivities beside a huge pile of hay. Surely he'd wander nearby eventually.

As she waited, she found herself watching a particularly ebullient brownblood. Frossa lifted a hand to laugh behind her knuckles as Lutrin posed dramatically. She seemed fun! Did she FLARP? She certainly had the flair for it. But Frossa wasn't about to go diving into a pile of likely-soiled straw to join them and mess up the marvelous work done on her hair. Humming to herself, she toed at the yellow hay, disinterested, but mixed in with the other children nonetheless.

When Lutrin surfaced, Frossa shot her a toothy smile and a small, polite giggle, leaning over to address her. "Grab anything interesting, Master Finder?"

Onward to nourishment and bribes - Mooncakes! Keionx meant mooncakes. She was getting better at cooking, she felt - which was good because she no longer had her decent culinary block... all that was left behind in her busthind cavern. This was practice. This was... training. Thus it was important.

It seemed she needed more training as the burnt mooncake bits were thrown into the trash... no matter! Her true task would soon be at hand anyway...

Psykgi hadn't been sure if she was going to the Jubilee - she was busy, and rustic country festivals were not usually her thing. Leeroi had told her he'd be there, though, and so she had felt... conflicted.

Finally, she decided to go, and it was just as she feared - dirty, smelly, and not really her thing. Though there was good produce here, Psykgi had almost decided to leave when...

"HEY LADY! COME OVER HERE?" Psykgi looked up in surprise, "YOU, YEAH YOU!" a greasy yellowblood beckoned, "GET OVER HERE AND WRASSLE THIS HOG!"

"Er..." Psykgi looked at the mud pile with some misgiving - it was very odiferous. "Oh gosh, thank you, but no thanks..."

"COME ON! YOU'VE GOTTA DO IT!" she was suddenly dragged forward "IT'LL BE FUN!" Psykgi was about to refuse again, when she saw the prizes... the plush, adorable prizes.

Well, she could count this as an adventure, couldn't she? Her adventure of the night? Something to tell Leeroi about? "Okay." she said... she regretted it immediately as she faced down the pig. "Ah..." she managed before the snoutbeast slammed her down into the mud...

Psykgi rolled out of the way before the snoutbeast's hooves could slam her down again - she was not, she realized, having fun. Maybe because she was on her own? Maybe because it was a snoutbeast and not a troll? Maybe because she didn't have her axe or because her lusus had decided not to help her? Either way, Psy wanted this to be over with. Now.

Sadly, Psy was not to get her wish. The snoutbeast, annoyed by her struggling, slammed her facefirst into the mud with a squelch...

It would take a thousand showers to be clean again. If she would ever be clean again at all. Why was it so hard to grab a stupid snoutbeast? Why? Why was she even doing this?

Oh yes.

She remembered.

The plushies. If she got out of this, she'd better get one... or else she would very possibly murder the troll for it, caste consequences be damned. Her determination was renewed by the thought - of plushies or murder she wasn't sure - and with a burst of sudden strength she threw the snoutbeast off of her and pinned it down.

"HAH!" she said victoriously, stuffing it's face in the mud, "HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL? HMM?" She left the snoutbeast reeling.

"I'll take one of those." she said, taking one of the plushies before someone could deny her her reward. Mud be damned - she deserved it.

Treide gently poked one of the cakes. The design hadn't come out at all. In her fear to have them explode, she hadn't used the proper pressure. Now the design looked like a mess. Guh. So much for trying to make things neat and tidy. At least the dough wasn't mushy! But.. The filling tasted and smelled awful. Like oinkbeast feet. Sighing, Treide hucked them into the garbage, "Da?" She asked softly to the waiting lusi, "Do you think I'll get better at this?"

He whuffed happily in consent. Of course. Practice made perfect.