➴ food stands

@✦ Son Hyejoo Biting her lower lip, Yenny stood in front of the churro stall that got her attention. She looked over the various churros set out for display, at a complete loss for what to get. Strawberry sauce, caramel, chocolate, plain...they all looked so good. "What do you think, Jumeau?" She glanced down at the cat in her arms and he merely started pawing at the sanitary glass and she gave a soft sigh. "You're no help, get down," she said, setting her familiar down on the ground. Once straightened back up, she addressed the vendor with an apologetic smile, "Sorry for the hold up. Uhm, I'll take two. One chocolate and one caramel," she ordered, holding up two fingers. "Ooh, I call caramel," a deep voice called over her shoulder. She merely shook her head incredulously and opted to pay instead of facing her now humanoid familiar. "I know, Ju, that's why I got it."

@✢ Park Yeeun hyejoo was frolicking by the festival grounds, her basket hung over her shoulder, humming satisfactorily along with the joyous atmosphere. it was a fairly sunny day, a small gust of wind brushing past her pale face. the female usually didn’t like the outdoors, bothered by the bustling streets and crowds of people. she only went out due to obligations from her mother to run errands. however her day off from the cauldron went fairly well so far as the festival wasn’t as busy as usual. feeling her stomach grumble, a food stall selling bread caught her attention. she ambled over the stall, looking over the selection of bread, the aroma of dough pleasing her senses. curious about the pricing of the goods, hyejoo looked up and asked the vendor man, “sir, how much does this cost?”

@✦ Son Hyejoo (Sure, have at it lol)

@✢ Park Yeeun {} I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is this starter open?

Yenny continued strolling through the festival grounds, getting a feel for the whole grounds before deciding where to spend her time. Jumeau, who had previously been weaving between her legs was now nestled comfortably in her arms. Passing by a particular food stall, the owner waved her dowm to try his wares and she raised a hand to wave it in polite dismssal until the smell reached her nose. The fried dough did smell amazing. Biting her lower lip, she dropped her hand and walked over to at least inquire about pricing.