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[ action ] The Quad

[In some slightly off-the-beaten-path part of the quad today, there is a giant pie, and by giant, you could say that several grown men could fit inside of it comfortably--it is, however, oozing apple filling and not... blood or something else onto the grass, so perhaps that's a comforting thought. On top of said pie, there's a rather odd assortment of other baked goods: muffins, strudals, loaves of bread, cookies...

It's a surprisingly expansive list! The odd thing about the pile, however, is how nothing appears to be of the normal size; everything is either too big or too small. There are doughnut holes larger than your head, and yet, at the same time, there are cinnamon rolls you could fit on a fingernail.

Well, at least they taste good? If you're brave enough to try one at least.

Oh, right, there's also a guy seated a few feet behind the giant pile of baked goods, leaning against the base of a tree. He appears to be surveying the stack with mild interest as he munches on a cookie the size of a hubcap.]

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Yep.

[ Now completely visible, munching happily on his cookie, a few paces away, serene. ]

I gotta say, the whole summoning muffins thing? Useful.

[ Nom. ]

What the fuck did you do that for!?

[He's referring to the lick, of course. Thoughts on her stealing his cookie are currently far and away.]

To make you freak out. It's working, isn't it?

[ Moves in, making a big show of creepering. ] Are you afraid of my girl cooties, Zephyr?

I--[It may look a bit like he's trying to escape into the tree as Kiden closes in. His mouth works for a moment, but no words come out.

Finally, he swallow and manages to get something out]--Of course not!

[ She watches him back off like she slapped him, her expression shifting into vague consternation. ]

What are you, eight? Dude, relax. You're still an ear virgin.

[Zephyr just sort of half-glares, half-stares at her for a moment before heaving a sigh. He relaxes minutely, but his back is still pressed firmly against the tree.]

You just surprised me. That's it.

[Lies, he speaks them.]

Right.

[ She takes a few steps closer, deliberately coming into his space, testing the boundary, challenging. Sorry, Zephyr, she's curious now.

And she still has his cookie. ]

[He just sort of... frowns at her, cautiously waiting to see what she's going to do next. Instinct is warring with pride here, and it's a bit of a toss-up to see which side will win at this point.

That and he rather likes that cookie she's holding--Zephyr had actually managed to get the perfect flavor combo in that one. If she gets close enough, he might just make a snatch at it.]

[ Unabashedly, she continues her lazy trek forward, still nibbling at the cookie held in one hand. With the other she reaches out, one finger coming to rest lightly on his belly through the fabric of his shirt. Is Zephyr ticklish, she wonders. The finger slides down, tickling his navel. ]

[He's not, but it may be a hard to tell since he goes for her wrist so quickly, snatching it away from his stomach. Puzzled, he swallows before speaking.]

...What're you doing?

[There's a faint note of fear there, but his grip on her is surprisingly gentle.]

[ A pause. She holds his eyes for a moment before her gaze falls to his fingers around her wrist. He's stronger than he looks, she realizes, and despite her cool demeanor she's aware of the potential danger. She lets a small smirk tug at the corners of her lips, letting him know she's just playing. ]

Seeing if you're ticklish.

[He lets her go, and his hand drops to his side.]

Oh. [Zephyr looks a little embarrassed at that. He grins, albeit a bit sheepishly.] Um. Well, I'm not. Just so ya know.

[ She lets go of an amused huff, levelling him a doubting look. ]

Not anywhere?

[ Implying she'd be perfectly happy to sit on him an test this out. ]

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[He misses that and just plows on, answering the question in all honesty.]

It's not like I've gotten tickled everywhere, but as far as I know, I'm not.

Oh? Where have you gotten tickled? And by who?

[ 'Whom', Kiden, mind your grammar. She is waggling her brows in a way that vaguely suggests that Zephyr is a Sly Dog who must have had a pretty lady attempt to tickle him in the past.

Or maybe it was just his mom. ]

Uh.

[He's catching on a little.]

Places that aren't hard to get to? It was back when I was a kid, okay?

[He shifts his weight, looking a little awkward.]

Nothin' weird.

[ She considers him for a moment, looking for all the world like she's about to say something--and then the 'nothin' weird' comes out. And she snorts.

And then she just cracks up.

Kiden is the most sensitive! ]

[He's frowning again, looking a little indignant. Eventually, Zephyr sighs and rolls his eyes.]

What'd I do now?

[ She just laughs and laughs for a good minute--though her slack grip makes the cookie an easy target! ]

N-nothing!

[ Okay, breathing now. ]

It's just...god, you're just funny, okay?

[ Have I mentioned she's sensitive? Sensitive and tactful! ]

Hah fucking hah.

[He says this with that frown still pasted firmly on his face, but when the opportunity comes up, Zephyr totally reaches over and grabs his cookie back, taking a giant bite out of it once he's got it firmly within his grasp.

At which point, he starts grinning again.]

[ She's about to speak up again, but then--whoosh! No more cookie.

Kiden's face falls into a flat pout, and she glares. ]

[He swallows his current mouthful of cookie before speaking.]

What?

I was eating that!

[He grins and a cookie seems to just magically appear on top of her head.]

Probably not quite the same flavor, but this one's mine.

[He takes another big bite out of it.]

[ Her pout dissolves into interest as she reaches up, grabbing the cookie and wiping the crumbs out of her hair. ]

Even after I got my gross girl cooties all over it?

[ Blowing him a raspberry before taking her own bite. Mmmm. ]

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