Another Plentiful Harvest [SJO, Allies]

[Alva Heavenshield]

Alva giggled as the '[member="Kiriko"] Express' pulled into the doughnut station. And, slid down when prompted. It was quite nice of the young bear to offer her a ride, but he probably did not want to tote her around all day long. As her companion turned his own attention to the cinnamon and sugar-dusted goodness, Alva looked to the blonde woman with the pies.

As the woman, [member="Kathryn Foster"] mentioned a guy in the woods, Alva looked out past the fields. For a moment, she wondered if the lady had been talking about some kind of scarecrow... but sure enough, there was a man out there. And a little dog, too.

“If the doughnuts are good, then you should bring some to the man, too.” Alva nodded, shifting a glance back to Kiriko, hoping that he'd leave a couple of doughnuts for her. When the lady inquired about whether or not the two were here by themselves, Alva nodded.

“We are,” She said, reaching out to give Kiriko a pat. “But we are just fine. We don't need grown-ups!” Alva insisted. Well, okay... they probably did. But, there were plenty around today.

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura seemed to be listening carefully to [member="Aurelion Nova"] , or at least as best as could be told by her current, Varactyl form. It was then that he was interrupted by the announcement that he won one of the raffle prizes. She looked to see a little droid that, to her, looked like someone turned an Old Republic Era utility droid into and astromech. She then looked at Aurelion, hoping that maybe the droid would brighten his spirits a little, like Ger'Off would do for her when she felt down.

As her friend went to collect his prize, the Lervon followed, speaking with her emotionless voice, though nervousness and a hint of worry could be felt. "Were you about to say you... don't feel like you... fit in? If so, I... I can relate." Ura continued to follow before finally getting a good look at the droid. She looked at it curiously, tilting her currently beaked head. "I think I heard about these. Creative droids, but programmed to be independent. May need to keep an eye on it."

She then listened to her friend and his new droid talk, until it went darting off, seeming to be excited by the idea of dancing. She looked on, not able to help a chuckle.

"Well. The little guy's got spunk." She then followed, but stayed on the edge of the dance floor, noticing that the droid had bumped into someone, and honestly not know how she'd dance in her current state.... And not wanting to confront the person ([member="Auteme Denko-Durren"]and ) on the dance floor.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

By that same token, she could see three younglings going after the hotelier's counter, drawn by the cinnamon donuts being baked immediately after the apple pies. A Beorni was in the lead (@Kiriko) while the other two people he brought in tow ([member="Alva Heavenshield"] and [member="Kathryn Foster"] respectively), not suspecting that a Jedi hotelier was, in fact, cooking an entire batch of cinnamon donuts. With a mixture of cinnamon and brown sugar sprinkled on these for good measure. Yet, she knew she was using the recipe for cinnamon donuts straight from the Iokath Cookbook. Which meant that whatever they were being served was exactly the same as the stuff Joliver sold on Iokath to its organic population, among gourmet pastries. It would taste like air-fried donuts but these were healthier than the run-of-the-mill donuts she saw and ate last time she went on Balamak. Once the trio finally faced their turn in the waiting line, the stock of donuts was only a fraction of what she prepared, and the same also held of the pies. Who knew these donuts' recipe came from Iokath? she thought.

"I'm sure you could all use some pyrokinesis/cryokinesis lessons if you all want to, so that you can bake your very own gourmet cinnamon donuts, as served in the Valley of the Machine Gods on Iokath. Otherwise, please have these cinnamon donuts"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Being perfectly apportioned in the most ideal manner -- made in the image of god, one might say -- a Beorni had one mouth and two forepaws. This meant that Kiriko had one doughnut shoved in his mouth and another two waiting in the queue.

Doughnuts were basically small hand-sized cakes. And Kiriko loved doughnuts like a fat bear loved cake.

It helped that Kiriko was a fat bear.

He heard Alva talking behind him. Who talked when there was food right there!? At least, talking without your mouth full anyway. Though Kiriko was not above talking with his mouth full, because otherwise he might not ever talk. Turning, the boy pivoted so that he could look back at the girl and the woman.

He had two doughnuts, one in either hand. It might be a tad early for two-fisted cake eating, except such a concept was the antithesis of Beorni mentality. Still, it seemed wrong that he had two doughnuts in hand and Alva didn't have any. "Here," the boy offered, holding the one doughnut out for the girl even as he popped the other into his mouth.

His white fur was starting to collect a number of crumbs. Not to mention cinnamon sugar sparkles.

[member="Alva Heavenshield"] | [member="Kathryn Foster"]​

 

[Kathryn Foster]

It was quite amazing hearing the solid confidence and fearless statement coming from such a little mouth. Not to mention seeing the sweet girls longing glance back at the doughtnuts, which currently was being finished one by one by the beorni, was also a charming sight.

Her own gaze followed the girls, and she could not help but to feel a little bad that she held the girl up from the sweet scenting pastrys.

''Y'know what? I think I might just do that!'' she said with a bright smile before the beorni insisted the girl to taste her first, but certainly not her last doughtnut.

''Enough talking, right? Better try those doughnuts while they are all nice and warm.'' she continued and stood up from the crouched position, turning her attention to [member="Varindar Asyt"].

''Oh, they sure smell amazing! I guess you're the master behind them? I'll take two to begin with.'' she replied enthusiasticly and picked up the credits from an inner pocket of the jacket.

[member="Alva Heavenshield"], [member="Kiriko"]

 

[Auteme]

"Oop," she said, turning to look at the little tracked droid. That was a surprise. See, Auteme never spent much time with droids, especially since she'd joined the Jedi -- they weren't exactly in tune with the Force. It was always a surprise when she met one at the Temple, and not quite a pleasant one as she couldn't quite understand droidspeak yet. She was working on it.

Equally a surprise was the appearance of the small, thin young man along with the droid. Apologies too. The teenager paused for a moment, then gave a small, encouraging smile. A short laugh escaped her lips. "It's fine. I mean, that's what the dance floor is for, right?" It rather reminded her that she had yet to dance. Maybe she didn't need a partner, but someone to talk to always helped...

Her green eyes fell back on the young man in front of her. "You okay? You look a little..." Auteme was on the verge of saying pale before she realized it was probably just the young man's normal skin tone. She paused for a moment before chuckling lightly to herself and speaking once more. "I've never met a near-human with ears like yours."

[member="Aurelion Nova"]

 

[Kathryn Foster]

A thought of the initially slightly grumpy soldier back in the forest ran past her mind. If these treats didn't cheer him up, considering how heavenly good they smelled, she'd not know what would do!

Following her own advice to the little girl and the beorni about not wanting the pastrys go cold, she excused herself with a smile and thanks to the lady in the booth before heading off towards the field and the path alongside it from where she had came. A quick glance up at the clear blue skies confirmed that the beautiful weather would probably hold up good for the festival.

As she entered the edge of the forest, the yapping sound of a canine reached her ears. Coming around a tree and some bushes, she could see the soldier knelt down petting a dog finding no end to happily greet the man with his sniffs and licks. It was quite... adorable to see! Although, the man would probably deny it if she mentioned it, so she held that particular part in for herself.

''I see you've found some company...'' she said and approached them two. Now was the time to hold onto the two brown paper bags, pinched between her fingers in one hand, in case the pooch were hungry. Of course, it would get to taste it but if you were not on your guard, things tended to disappear quickly down their stomachs.

''Oh, and I couldn't resist bringing some doughtnuts too! Hope you're not on a diet... May I?'' she continued and motioned to the ground, politely asking if she could join him by his side.

[member="Tulan Kor"], [member="Silver Starlight"], [member="Alva Heavenshield"], [member="Korynn Sol-Syna"]

 

[Yula Perl]

As Amon watched Yula, Yula watched Amon. The rogue had a certain fondness for the stern, militaristic types. Was it something about a man in uniform, or did they just have a higher tolerance for her than others, and she liked to see how far she could push them?

He wasn’t disinterested, that much was apparent. He could have told her to kriff off, could have grunted and kept his eyes forward and away from her. Instead he began to play along, pushing back up against her challenge with one of his own. "Alright, then." She smiled wide.

“Meet me tonight at the entrance. We’re going for drinks.”

[member="Amon Vizsla"]