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 Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 10:02 pm
who Lorin, Claire, Lorenzo, and Vesna
what A trip to buy some fresh produce!
where A weekend farmer's market in Barton.
when A late morning in August
weather Warm and clear
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"All right," said Lorenzo earnestly, pulling out the tote bags he'd stowed in the car and handing one to Vesna. "Buy what you'd like, and we can figure out what to cook from there. Remember the list of easy recipes I showed you?"
"Yep!" said Vesna, holding up her phone. "I saved some."
It had ended up being a busy summer for Vesna, what with the friends she had made, the videogames she had caught up on, and the persuasive essays she had to write for Lorenzo, but eventually, she played through all the videogames she had managed to convince Lorenzo to buy for her, and her mind turned to other hobbies. Learning to bake was high on her to do list since she had met Cesc, but Lorenzo had suggested she learn how to cook first. Cooking was less exact, and her learning curve, he pointed out, would already be steep enough since she didn't even have a proper understanding of what most food was supposed to taste like.
This was a point Vesna had to concede, so she agreed to let Lorenzo teach her a few basics, the first being that fresh ingredients were the key to a good meal. Lorenzo didn't often cook, but his parents were foodies, so he was trained to put the effort in when he did. There was a farmer's market in Barton that his mother recommended, and Vesna suggested they invite Claire and Lorin when she discovered they were going to make an excursion of it.
"Do you see Claire yet?" Lorenzo asked, scanning the crowd.
"No-ooo," Vesna replied, "But I see so many cute dogs!" She gasped, grabbing Lorenzo's arm. "That one has a dog visor!!! Do you think it would fit Buddy?"
"Buddy wouldn't cherish it," Lorenzo nixed. He looked at where she was pointing, but a little further past the visor-dog, he caught sight of some familiar faces.
"Claire!" he called, waving his free hand. "Good morning!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 12:54 pm
Farmer's markets were always a favorite of Claire's; her parents had both been firm believers of supporting local business (especially produce, a business her husband also had a hand in). When the invite had been extended from Vesna and Lorenzo, she was only too happy to oblige. It had been a while since she had made the drive to Barton, and with the summer season on the way out and fall on the horizon, she was hoping there would be a nice spread of summer vegetables.
What had enticed her most of all, however, was the fact that Lorin had yet to go to a farmer's market, and he was eager to see Vesna again. Only a few short months had elapsed since the two Raevans had met, yet when she had told him of their upcoming trip, his face split into a wide smile and he counted the days with anticipation. His mama had no idea that he had a plan of his own - if farmer's markets were just as she had explained them to him, then it would have what he needs to make his mama something nice. While any cooking expertise he had could be counted on no fingers, he did know that there were other avenues to pursue: his papa, his grandma, Cadi. But he had one main co-conspirator in mind, and she was going to be on the trip with them today. Vesna had quickly proven to the honey Frei in their last meeting to be worldly and resourceful; he would have never imagined writing words in the sand with stray seashells, after all. Perhaps Vesna had some experience under her collar when it came to making one's way around the kitchen.
As they wandered between the stands in search of their friends, canvas totes in hand, Lorin was bound and determined to make his mama something as sweet as she was. He had seen enough to know that a pie might be the perfect solution, but that had only come after he had decided that brownies, his mama's favorite dessert, were not something one would find at a farmer's market. He pressed a hand to his brow to scan the morning crowd, floating ahead of Claire.
"Don't go too far, honey," she reminded him with a touch of anxiety.
"I don't see 'em yet," he called back as he stalled, waiting for her to catch up, but his gaze landed on a nearby table laden with farm-fresh eggs and flanked by hand-carved decor. He drifted to the side to eye a wooden bear in awe. "I didn't know they had this kinda stuff at farmer's markets, too." The old woman behind the stall smiled and Claire laughed.
"You'll see all sorts of different things here," she explained, before Lorenzo's voice cut across the crowd. Both of them turned, the boy with wooden bear in hand, and Claire raised her hand in acknowledgement as she started over. Lorin set the bear down with utmost care and flapped his wings to make up the short distance to her side. "Good morning, you two!" she said with a wide smile, gaze alternating between the two of them. "Find anything interesting yet?"
"Hi Vesna!" Lorin chirped as he drifted closer to the rusalka, one hand gripping the strap of his overlarge tote. "I saw a bear. Not a real bear but a wood one." The other fell at his side in an excited flap. "D'you wanna see?" He was partially excited to show her his latest discovery, but also eager to divulge his plan out of earshot - it would be no good if he ruined the surprise.
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