07-15-2018, 03:51 AM
Morgan bounded into the small crowd, chasing after Malphas with a worried look. "Malphas, that stuff is disgusting!" he yelled after the feline, screeching to a halt so he wouldn't knock him over. Conveniently enough, Malphas seemed to agree; the samoyed sighed in relief and sat down. "I hope tonight goes well," he muttered, eyeing the Commander. As Deputy, he had to do his very best to make sure the event went off without a hitch.
"This Lunar Festival... Well, we've planned some fun things for it. Things, Malphas, that I think you might like." He greeted Iota with a smile and gave Zimavich a brief, friendly nod. To start things off, he padded over to the snacks, picking out a fluffy marshmallow. He threw it up into the air and let it land in his maw, chewing it thoroughly before swallowing it down. "Mmm... Maybe Fenrisulfr can warm some of this food." Though the flavor was enjoyable enough, the dog missed something about the hot s'mores he had tried some time before.
"This Lunar Festival... Well, we've planned some fun things for it. Things, Malphas, that I think you might like." He greeted Iota with a smile and gave Zimavich a brief, friendly nod. To start things off, he padded over to the snacks, picking out a fluffy marshmallow. He threw it up into the air and let it land in his maw, chewing it thoroughly before swallowing it down. "Mmm... Maybe Fenrisulfr can warm some of this food." Though the flavor was enjoyable enough, the dog missed something about the hot s'mores he had tried some time before.