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Aphismet grinned at seeing the mood change in Tyson. This was more like it! He laughed at the kid's question. "What he likes? Hahahah! Well, Rivener doesn't really like things. He likes TV and movies, he likes to paint, and he likes praise." The cook smiled and he scritched at Munchies' head quietly. "He doesn't like to be told what to do, or what NOT to do, and he doesn't like people that talk too much... Unless they're talking about him, that is. So when you see him, tell him how cool he looks and how much you like him." He smiled.

He wasn't about to tell him that Rivener didn't like hyperactive children... Hopefully once Aphi talks to Riv, the Raevan will at least try to tolerate the child.

Munchies practically purred as she was cradled against the boy's chest. Closing her eyes contentedly, she did what she always does when she's happy; she opened her mouth and chomped down lightly on the closest available thing; a finger.

Aphismet smiled. "Well, just be sure that you act nicely around Riv, ok? Just be calm and smiling, and he'll be alright. Painting together is a good idea, that's how Riv and me became better friends. Believe it or not, he didn't use to like ME very well either," Aphismet said.

"As for giving Munchies some sandwich, it'll be ok if it's just a little bit. Let go of the finger, Munchies!" Aphismet poked a bit at the gwee's head.

Munchies didn't want to let go of the finger, and she grrrled under her breath, opening an eye and clutching at the finger with her front claws. She wasn't about to let go without having the alternative right in front of her! Her tail twitched expectantly, as she understood that someone was about to give her something, but she didn't know what just yet.

Keirro strutted forward through the crowds, her long legs moving gracefully like a giraffe. Her eyes scoured the scene for anyone that seemed interesting to talk to. By interesting, she meant attractive of course. To those that did catch her eye, she flashed them a flirtatious smile. She showed that she was looking, but not desperate.

Her eyes settled on a stranger otherwise in a booth. He seemed interesting.
"Oh, what do you have here?" she purred at Aphismet.

Meanwhile, Ranis, her charge followed her and glared a sinister look at those who walked too close to his guardian. Strangers were icky and they smelled funny. Why on gaia would Keirro want to be around so many of them? The young toddler was content to simply follow her as he looked around the scenery, his feral eyes judging everything.

RoChan was finally tired of wandering through the crowd in the heat of the summer day. Cursing her thoughtlessness in not bringing in a bottle of water in her sling bag she turned back around towards what she hoped was a concession stand. If there was one thing RoChan did not mess with other than money and power, was dehydration. The last thing she wanted was to have a heatstroke and faint in the middle of park. That would be absolutely embarrassing.

As she made her way through the crowd back to the booth near the merchandise she paused suddenly. The soft scent of fresh cut flowers tickled her pert nose and she let out a small cry of glee. Flowers! She loved flowers! She loved admiring at them, smelling them, arranging them, and killing them. Well killing them was never her intention it was just that RoChan suffered from the proverbial black thumb, though hers was probably the blackest of them all.

At first she had thought that her black thumb was just as bad as any other person and when she had managed to kill a bamboo in less than two weeks she had grown weary. Ever persistent she attempted raising a cactus only for it to meet the same fate as the other perennials. Finally giving into the fact that living flowers were not something she could attend to she purchased an arrangement of fake flowers. However, less than a week later a vacuum cleaner sucked up the bright silk blossoms and RoChan threw her hands up in defeat. Perhaps the fact that she could not have them made her love the delicate things even more.

Not caring who was around, she swiftly detoured towards the booth and cooed over the colorful flowers like a love sick schoolgirl. “So lovely! And so many too chose from!”

"Pleasure is all mine.I'm Keirro." replied Keirro. Now this booth sounded interesting. Her iced tea and lemonade were known throughout her patients and the refreshing beverages would make a refreshing treat for the judges, especially if she made one of her lemonade recipes into a mousse.

Keirro glanced at the strange creatures around her. They were in various shapes and sizes, but most of them did not posses legs. Her natural curiosity overwhelmed her and she leaned against the table gently to talk in a lower voice.

"I've noticed that some of the booth operants do not posses legs. I'm not familiar why." she asked cooly.

Ranis glared up at this strange man. He would look intimidating, if he wasn't smaller than a sack of potatoes. He flicked his deer-like ear and scratched his horns.

Aphismet had indeed been about to answer when Tyson had answered for him. The man chuckled. "Yes, like Tyson says. Those are Raevans, and this Festival is to help rebuild the Lab that makes them. I have one of my own, he's red and black, long hair... if you see him, be careful, he sounds like he's moody today." He grinned.

"And I see you have a strange ward of your own. May I ask...?" Aph began hesitantly, pointing at Ranis.

Munchies has chirruped happily at the sandwich, letting go of the boy's finger to leap happily at the snack. She was careful not to snarf it all down in one unladylike gulp, taking instead small bites and savoring them, eyes closed happily and tail swaying. She let out little Gwee hums of happiness as she ate, bobbing her head to music that only she could hear.

Ravi pulled out his wallet and handed a bill to the Raevan, almost annoyed that the creature was requesting for his money instead of the solace of his fellow Raevan's soul. The female Raevan looked so distraught - how could her silent desperation be so easily ignored by something as sweet-seeming as Sevilin?

But he remembered his temper, just as he had vowed to before entering the festival itself. No sarcastic quips or frantic tantrums, especially not around something as magical and infantile as the Raevans, or as worthy of his groveling as Dr. Kyou. He took the package of seeds offered him just as Sevilin turned away to face yet another new Raevan - no, TWO Raevans - who were approaching the flower booth.

Ravi nodded to both, not really sure how else to greet them. Both were lovely, though in quite different sorts of ways. One oozed sex appeal, sex appeal of the orientation Ravi was rather familiar with, and it made the magician's stomach swirl with unease that something so deceptively young could make him feel... well. Could render him speechless, and thoughtless, and almost without balance. The other was of a more verdigris hue, though hardly reminiscent of the greed, envy, or materialism usually associated with the color. He radiated mystique, but also uncertainty, and briefly Ravi wondered just who of the duo was leading who.

He let his thoughts slip past him, and crouched down so he'd meet the Raevan's eye level. He poured some of the seeds into his hand and held them out to the Raevan. "If you put these in the Earth, then they will grow into flowers. But flowers, whether you pick them or not, will die eventually." He paused, then added, "As does everything."