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[ raffle preference list: Acha eggu (because Edge would try to eat all the other things and that's against the point crying ]

Edge was, as she often (perhaps too often) was, looking for a good time. One would think it might be harder to come by, having established a more permanent territory and trying to manage her extended family and growing clan, but that never stopped her- particularly when fun was to be had at a party thrown by two other clans. Diplomacy and debauchery, a delightful combination - she had headed right out.

At present, she was munching on the last dregs of her soup, marveling at the idea of dishes and courses and how much effort was being put into the food -- the fact that it was enough to have her finishing the greens was impressive in its own right. The circus of hounds had been mildly entertaining as well, though a waste of their talents in her opinion (had she been able to see them working in their true element, she would have heartily approved, but alas she was currently unimpressed by the troupe). For now, she was more interested in the cuisine, and whether or not this tribe could work something equal with meat.

A buck was passing through the guests, collecting drained shells. One of the waitstaff she presumed, and she nudged her shell into his path. "It was delicious," she informed him with a smile, but her eyes were appraising. "Might I ask what the future courses will contain?"



Baby was here out of ambition. Admittedly, the food was delicious, and she had said as much with a coquettish flutter of her eyes as one of the waitstaff cleared away her soup shell, but she was here for the performances, for the Troupe's first big show. Rumors of the Royal Rainbow Troupe (what sort of name was that, anyways?) had been flowing through the swamp, reaching her own ears, and while she had first disdained them, it seemed that she was in the minority. Interested, and entertaining her own ideas of the respect she would get from belonging to an illustrious performing troupe (the first of the Swamp!), she had come to see, and the doggy circus had not disappointed her as yet. However, she still wanted to see what the Acha themselves were capable of.

So she lay with her legs tucked delicately beneath her, facing the makeshift stage, a diminutive ball far smaller than one would expect of her species. She made no effort to approach anyone, she was merely here to observe at present, but her green eyes took in everything with a fervor that belied her apparent disinterest.

((RP is welcomed, but no one feel pressured to talk to Baby! Just putting her in because she's here at the moment ^^))

She blushed, not realizing who she was talking to. "I wish to have seen them, but the food sound wonderful. Thank you." She walked to where the buck was showing her. "I am glad to hear there will be more. What made you think of this?" Her legs folded under her, to watch and wait.

It was her fault.

Normally Reticent Smiles would never intentionally put herself into a situation where she dealt with large crowds, but-- The whole idea behind her even joining the food empire that was Rise's tribe was that she get over her fear of other kin. That she get over her social anxiety.

... That she get over herself.

So she was there. Music and the smell of cooking food heavy in the air, when a pair of very vibrant twins caught her eye. They were so lovely, the colors on their hides moving like living fire. Ahh~ They even had fire based names and it was just so overwhelming and so wonderful. She had to know more, but couldn't force herself to speak to them.

So she'd lingered. Hovering silently just behind them where she couldn't possibly be noticed. At least not unless one of them moved backwards suddenly-

It was all her fault.

"Oh. Ah. Y-y-yes...?"

The buck stopped, elegantly bending his head to drop the shell he was already holding on top of Edge’s empty one with a gentle ‘clink’. He lifted his head, a casual flick shifting the hair that had fallen across his nose, and gave an easy grin at the doe’s question. “Of course.” He was only too happy to recite the day’s menu.

“The next course is an appetiser of cold-cuts; smoked salmon and caiman to be precise, completed with perfect accompaniment of sundried plums. The main is a whole boar carcass, roasted to perfection, and complemented by piquant greens and the very finest berries. Last but not least, dessert will be honey-drenched figs flavoured with herbs. ”

The Killing Moon watched the doe with a slight tilt to his head, gaze warm and pleasant. “Does that sound satisfactory?”

Her golden eyes lit up at the prospect of meat, and she had to admit the buck's description was positively mouthwatering despite her not knowing what smoked or roasted would taste like. The buck sold it well, though, as was most likely his job, and she nodded to his immaculately polite query.

"Thank you, look forward to it," she said with a grin. "Did the you gather all the ingredients yourselves?" The question was partly out of curiosity, partly from a thought- perhaps a supply of fresh meat might warrant a bit of catering... should the courses prove as delicious as they sounded of course.

"We have many suppliers who each specialize in gathering specific ingredients for us. As for me, I took part in the very difficult and time-consuming task of berry picking." He answered, another smile hiding the shrewd twinkle in his eyes. "We hope this event well help spread word of our shop even further then before, which of course means we will be on the look out for even more suppliers in order to meet demand…" It was good to spread a seed of thought into as many kin as he could. You never knew what you might find.

At his words she smiled again, this time almost sly as she caught the look in his eye, so similar to her own she couldn't not recognize it. The prospect intrigued her, the Killstone did often end up overflowing after all, and that they might be open to it as well... mm.

"Indeed..." was all she said, and was all that really needed to be said, in absence of judgement and further authority. A nod of thanks was given for taking her shell, before she let her attention turn forwards again, thinking of what it meant to smoke something.



TICKET, PLEASE!

"Mm..."

Fire nodded, making a mental note to find out later, since he was pretty sure Flame would pester him to nonetheless.

"Ahh?" he laughed. "I'm afraid it probably wasn't very interesting. And no, I really should of been more careful..."

He smiled at the doe, appreciating her sincerity. She was just so sweet.

"Say, I never got your name... how terribly impolite of me to go rambling on without addressing you properly."