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Something altogether more interesting to Alifax bubbled in a large pot. He shrugged, heading over and asking what exactly was transpiring there.

Okay, he didn't care much about tickets: he'd already established that. But he wouldn't mind a sample of the brew, and if the quickest way to do that was to add something...sure. He pulled a stick of jerky from his pockets and dropped it in, shrugging at the trolls nearby. Honestly? It seemed like it'd taste great to him, but the troll watching the pot wrinkled their nose and handed him a single ticket. Sure, he'd take it.

He left.

Chiara was feeling spiteful today. She had been helping this potluck thing for a while now. What she really wanted to see were some sick trolls. Puking would suffice. So she chose the worse, most rotten thing she could find and watched it get mixed into the stew. Excellent....

Chiara had already proven herself in her mooncake making. Now it was time to play! This batch she added some fungus she had found earlier, and a little bit of dirt, just to see.... If anyone would notice. Once finished she took it up to the booth keeper for judgement. As expected it was an undesirable cake, but apparently the troll did not notice the dirt... good to know.

Ah yes, back to the communal pot, where goodness stewed. Keionx sniffed deeply, enjoying the scents of the...

Wait. What was that?

Floating in the boiling water, amidst the recent, not-yet-fully-cooked additions, was something absolutely disgusting. Who, in the name of the moons, had put that in the pot?!

Keionx made a face and, finding a slotted spoon, fished out the offending substance and threw it away. To compensate, she found the biggest, best, most amazingly meaty-looking busthind-sourced produce she could find, prepared it, and stuck it in. There. All was well.

She looked around, trying to see if she could find the nefarious evildoing troll that had put it in... no luck. She frowned... she would simply have to keep an eye on the community pot, in case they struck again...

Hivestuck

I Won Some Tickets!

Username: Draconicfeline
Troll: Keionx Rutace
Date Won: 11/20
Game Won: Keionx finds nothing in a haystack ticket
Ticket Amount: 1

Hivestuck

I Won Some Tickets!

Username: Draconicfeline
Troll: Keionx Rutace
Date Won: 11/20
Game Won: Keionx makes the stew that much more amazing!
Ticket Amount: 4

Sephos returned to his real place-of-interest, the food pot. It was interesting to see the variety of stuff and spices that had gone into it so far. He was surprised it was turning out beautifully and, wierdly, he felt the need to make it even better.

He took out one of the fresh tarnips and cut it up fine, throwing it and its greens into the mixture... His mouth watered at the very thought of eating this when all was done. Despite some attempts to ruin it - he supposed that was expected or something - it was turning out amazing and he just... He wanted to eat it now.

"Hey kid." the troll watching the cauldron nodded, "Tell you what, you add a choice ingredient like that next time you're here, I'll give you a special present. Got it?"

A what, now? Sephos stared at him. "'kay." he commented, walking away abruptly. What did he care about stupid presents?

Sephos approached the mooncake booth with intense determination - there was no point to pretending that he didn't care about this. He did. After the other boy had offered him a mooncake, and after thinking about how his lusus was acting, Sephos had to try it again.

This time, though, he really focused, very hard. He had brought his own fruit and added it to the batter, he made the crust as perfect as possible, stamping it with just the right amount of pressure, as the troll lady - Fermer or whatever - told him to. And he cooked it for exactly the right length of time, at the right heat.

When he took them out of the oven, they were perfection incarnate. He smiled despite himself, pleased, as he offered one to his lusus.

Maku accepted it in his massive tree hands. He didn't need to eat - he didn't even really taste - but he made a show of it. He rumbled happily... or was that happiness mixed with a little sadness? Sephos found that he couldn't tell. Maku was, so often, not very emotional at all. He was mild and pleasant and occasionally naggy, but never excited, never so happy, never so sad... Seeing the treebeast like this was just plain weird.

"Thank you..." Maku rumbled, bits of filling staining his roots as he engulfed it for eating. He wrapped a massive woody hand around Sephos in a gentle hug. "Thank you my little sproutling. I love you. I love you so much."

The treebeast remembered another mooncake, another festival, centuries ago when he was a new lusus. He remembered little hands handing him a mooncake and bright eyes looking up at him with adoration. He remembered sitting in the grass of the plains with a little one, looking up at the stars and playing together beneath them. That little one was long gone, they never made it to the stars. They became a part of the forest. The next little one hadn't wanted to go to festivals or anything of the sort. Only the garden of the stars had called them away from the forest, once their role in carrying on Maku's new life had been done.

Maku was glad that he had convinced Sephos to go.

Sephos blinked, surprised at the affection, and leaned into Maku's hand. He had something in his eye... And no one would ever be able to prove otherwise.

Treide dropped one of the toetatoes into the pot and stepped back. It didn't seem too different and it didn't seem like it would explode. CD was overreacting! From the sidelines, huddled behind a bale of hay, the coyote sighed and slunk towards his charge. At what point did this girl get so, so, so crazy and adventerous?! It was going to give him a heartattack, jeesh. Especially with the flinging of produce everywhere. Did she think this was some light hearted game? Huffing, he nudged her from the pot. At least this one wasn't rotten... Perhaps not the best thing to add, but not rotten.