08-07-2018, 08:04 PM
So, this was where the fabled hot cocoa was? Wendell had heard a lot about some clans’ traditions while roaming the land. A few involved you wearing some fancy things, and he was pretty sure that Snowbound had a similar thing with necklaces or something, but the hot chocolate tradition that they had here was by far the best. Snow and warm drinks went together like fish and chips, or kippers and toast. Excitement scampered throughout his currents, as this was something to check on the bucket list. In his entire existence, he hadn’t had this type of beverage. From the sounds of it, it was like chocolate milk, but hot, and covered in marshmallows, along with other toppings. Whatever it was, it struck others as delicious, and Wendell desired it badly.
Strolling towards the cocoa stand, that resembled the juice one Cry was running, the mustelid strolled towards the bustle of clanmates circling around the current barista. Once he got to the mass meet-‘n-greet he was assigned with for his weekly task, he’d surely understand everyone here a lot better, maybe even get acquainted with a few of them. That was then, this was now, and for now, he had nobody to start a conversation with, except the possibility of Izuku. Seeing that cocoa server was currently dealing with a blind customer, the wolverine took it upon himself to serve himself. How did he do this?
What he ended up with was a cup of the stuff, clad in whipped cream, some ‘mallows, and a cinnamon stick. Now, to taste his creation.
"Ouch. Hot."
Gwen needed not to worry about the temperature of this stuff, for it was still fairly burning. His tongue hurt now.
Strolling towards the cocoa stand, that resembled the juice one Cry was running, the mustelid strolled towards the bustle of clanmates circling around the current barista. Once he got to the mass meet-‘n-greet he was assigned with for his weekly task, he’d surely understand everyone here a lot better, maybe even get acquainted with a few of them. That was then, this was now, and for now, he had nobody to start a conversation with, except the possibility of Izuku. Seeing that cocoa server was currently dealing with a blind customer, the wolverine took it upon himself to serve himself. How did he do this?
What he ended up with was a cup of the stuff, clad in whipped cream, some ‘mallows, and a cinnamon stick. Now, to taste his creation.
"Ouch. Hot."
Gwen needed not to worry about the temperature of this stuff, for it was still fairly burning. His tongue hurt now.