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Log Title: Canoe Picnic

Log setting: Starts in the Lost Raven, but ends out on Lake Pontchartrain in Glass’ canoe.

Log Cast:
Starlight
Jean-Batiste
Glass
Trace

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Starlight takes a stool at The mahogany bar.

Jean-Batiste holds the door open for Trace, gesturing him in with entirely too many hand motions and a couple scratchy giggles. His ballcap is hooked to a beltloop, flapping against his hip whenever he moves, and a cigarette dangles from his mouth, trailing spiced smoke.

Starlight is looking at the bartop, in quiet conversation with Glass at the bar.

Glass sits at the bar, talking quietly with Starlight, his eyes dark and gentle and serious.

Trace very seriously considers starting a viscious round of the "Why no, after *you*!" game, but finally decides against it and just laughs and beams at his friend, giving an awkward curtsy before striding on in. Jean-Batiste swats at his friend as he follows after him, letting the door swing shut behind them both. He plucks his cigarette out of his mouth after dragging hard on it and exhales, triggering a small flurry of coughs. A mild cold seems to be plaguing him, though he's currently refusing to suffer from it. "So..." he murmurs, looking around. "I don't know where else to look, maybe... Hey. Over there." He nudges Trace's shoulder, pointing towards Glass and Starlight.

Glass looks at Starlight curiously.

"Oh, *there* he is!" Trace pipes as he glances in the indicated direction, but then takes a second look and realizes, "Oh." He looks up at Batiste. "Glass is... with somebody." He looks down and shuffles a little, but doesn't want this to spoil his good mood so he rallies back with, "Well, want to ask them if they wanna do something, and if she doesn't wanna hang out with us..." He peers back at the two briefly. "I mean, well they do look like they talkin' serious, y'know? If they d'wanna leave, you'n me kin' still find somethin' fun t'do... right?" He looks back to Batiste and turns up the smile a bit.

Glass glances up at Trace's voice carrying over the murmur of Raven patrons. He smiles at the two and waves to them.

Starlight shrugs after saying something to Glass, then glances around, eyes stopping on the two by the door.
Starlight's attention is drawn back to Glass as the man speaks.

Jean-Batiste watches Glass and Starlight for a few seconds, considering. He slips his clove back into his mouth, dragging on it, then exhales the smoke towards the bar. It dissipates long before reaching it, though the scent of licorice and cloves might drift a little further. "Yeah, let's ask them," he decides, giving Trace an encouraging smile. "Never hurts to ask, right? We can find something else to do if they're busy." He nudges Trace affectionately, shoulder to shoulder, then heads for the bar, calling softly, "Glass, Star, hey..."

Glass smiles at the two, "Hello, M'sieur's. What's up?

Trace keeps a little behind Batiste as he follows, peeking out a little from behind his friend. "Hi.... We, just, um. Wanna do anything? We were bored, and uh, came looking for ya..." He briefly lifts his eyes to the 'girl' and murmurs softer, "Hi t'you too, Star."

Glass shrugs, "Okay. What you wanna do?"

Starlight looks over his shoulder at JB and Trace and says, "Hey." Voice quiet. The child rotates on the strool and glances at JB's clove, then moistens his lips-- mouth watering. Looks at Trace upon the greeting and gives a shy little smile, head dipping down some. Heck, even his cheeks redden a touch. Glances up to Glass, then back to the two.

Jean-Batiste smiles at the two at the bar, drawing out his Marlboro softpack filled with cloves, offering them out. "Want a smoke?" he asks, attention mostly on Starlight - he knows Glass usually wants one. "They're licorice cloves, they're really great." His eyes shift back to Glass and he says, "It's sunny and...sunny." He grins sheepishly. Sunny is important, see? "And the fruit and cheese is going to go mushy if we don't go on that picnic soon, I figured. It's a great day outside, why don't we all go?"

Glass grins, "Sounds like a good idea." He reaches to take a clove, adds, "Did you bring the food with you?" He finds a lighter inside his coat and bows his head a bit to light up, exhaling fragrant smoke.

Trace has a canvas bag slung over one shoulder -- an old, beat-up bag, but still functional none-the-less. "I got some here, and Batiste's carrying a little... We're all set. Jest' figured we'd hafta eat it without ya if ya didn't wanna take that picnic now." He grins a little, then glances over at Starlight and clears his throat before asking politely, "Does.. I mean, does all that sound good t'you? Don't know if ya like canoe picnics or... cheese or whatever." He smiles faintly.

Glass looks at Starlight, "You wanna come?"

Starlight's slender hand lifts to the pack and the child takes, but cautiously. "Thanks," he says, in whispered tones. And then his eyes move to Trace, watching the older one for a few moments before responding, quietly, "Yeah." Talkative. Then to Glass, he nods. Puts his ciggie between coloured lips and looks at Glass' fire. Kid needs a light.

Glass holds the still-burning lighter out for Starlight to lean forward.

Jean-Batiste smiles wider, glancing back at Trace with a grin. "Great. We're all set, then. I brought a change of clothes and some towels so we can go swimming, too. The shirt and shorts will be a little big on you, Star, but you can borrow 'em if you want." He takes the final drag off his clove and grinds it out in an ashtray, fingers curling around the strap of his backpack.

Trace sheepishly adds, "And Glass, I was just wonderin' if I kin' borrow yer boxers again, coz... Well, I mean, my jeans don' stay up in water." Hoo boy, big blush there as he glances down at the dirty, baggy jeans he wears.

Starlight leans forward, accepting of Glass' light, then sits back and looks at JB. Tries a little smile and shakes his head, slightly, then begins to slide off the stool.

Glass smiles at Trace, "Well, okay if you don't mind me -not- wearin' 'em." He looks at Star, murmurs, "Hey, you don't wanna come?"

Starlight looks up at Glass after getting down off the stool and then lifts his shoulder, using it to wipe at his cheek. Large eyes move to JB and then Trace, confused. Back to Glass. "I don' know how to swim," he confides, quietly.

Glass smiles at Starlight, murmurs, "Well, you can stay in the canoe. I'm afraid to swim anyway. There are alligators and leeches and toe-eaters and things, I bet."

Trace giggles. "Geez, after yer Truth 'r Dare show ya put on, ain't nothin' new. Jest.. ya kin get underwater for I see ya mostly, y'know?" He considers once the two are talking of the dangers of swimming and murmurs, "I ain't 'fraid a no toe-eaters... And leeches 're gross, they get squished if they touch me."

Jean-Batiste nods towards the door and gives Starlight an encouraging smile. "C'mon, it'll be fun," he murmurs. "We'll float around and eat and you don't have to go swimming if you don't want." He takes a steps towards the door, then looks back. "It'll be fun," he repeats, smiling at Starlight.

Glass looks at Trace, pretending to be aghast. "If you're not afraid of toe-eaters, then you're a ravin' fool."
Glass adds a somber warning, "They'll eat your toes."

Starlight watches JB. The tension lies there. First meeting wasn't that great. Second was a little better, but this one, it's almost pleasant. The waif looks at Trace, then Glass, and finally back to JB. And he nods, looking a little more confident. "Okay," he says, softly, and beings toward the door. Near silent footfalls. "Heh. I'll show them toe-eaters what's up," Trace laughs, heading for the door now too. "You'll see."

Glass laughs and starts out after the group.

You leave the club behind, stepping into the mundane world.

[Off-camera, the two head out to the bayou in Glass’ rattly piece of shit car with the canoe tied to the top. ]

Jean-Batiste climbs out soon as the car's stopped and stre-e-etches towards the sky, face turned up towards the sun, eyes closed. He smiles as his fingers splay out in the sunshine.

Glass watches Batiste as he undoes the bungee-cords that hold the canoe to the roof.

Starlight is quiet for the ride, looking out the window mostly. Occasionally he glances to one of the three of you, but it's obvious the child doesn't feel he fits in with you guys, for whatever reason. As Glass pulls up and stops the car, Star gets himself out and looks around. Sun. He squints.

Glass murmurs, "There are paddles in the trunk." He pulls the canoe down off the roof of the car and tosses the ties into the back seat. They are shortly followed by the little foam stops that keep the canoe from sliding around or scratching the paint. Not that the yellowed paint on Glass' Dart would suffer any further cosmetic deterioration from such treatment.

Jean-Batiste runs out of air finally, and lets his hands flop down to his sides with a lazy slouch. "Mmm," he comments, grin-squinting at everyone. He paces around the car, watching Glass work at unfastening the canoe and asks, "You need a hand with that?" He pulls his backpack out of the car and sets it on the Dart's hood.

Trace clambers out of the car and blinks at the surroundings. A faint smile touches his lips. Ahh... swamp. He skips out away from the car to get a closer look at things, then turns around and offers, "I'll carry paddles!" He ambles over to the trunk and tries to juggle them both out, but both at once is a bit too much for him and they totter precariously.

Glass sets the canoe on the ground, right way up. He says to Batiste, "Yeah, you wanna carry the other end?"

Starlight watches all of you from afar, though isn't but a few feet away. He is confused, it would seem. As Trace tries with the paddles, Star lifts his hand, covering his mouth, but the little laugh is pretty audible. Oops. Stops right away and looks toward the water. Cheeks are red again.

Jean-Batiste looks around at everyone, ticking things off his checklist. Food, check. Drinks, check. Canoe, check. "Star, you want to help Trace with the paddles? Then we can get everything down to the lake in one go." He slips past Glass and picks up his backpack again, setting it down in the middle of the canoe before moving to the opposite end of the canoe from Glass. "Sure, let's go." He grins.

Trace finally seems to have gotten a somewhat sturdy hold on the two wooden paddles, one leaned against either shoulder. "Naw, I got 'em!" he beams truimphantly. Trace of the Wonderous Might and Power, yes! He walks with them slowly, looking out towards the water and murmuring, "I 'member I useta always try'n make boats that'd work on the swamp near where I lived, but they always sunk on me..."

Glass picks up his end and starts to walk down toward the water. The green plastic coleman canoe isn't heavy. He says to Trace, as he steps past the boy, "I always just stole a canoe."

Starlight looks back at JB and is prepared to obey the older, but then Trace speaks and Star looks there, and shrugs a little. Begins to walk toward the water, but stops and looks around.

Jean-Batiste picks up the other end and walks along carefully, watching for rocks and roots that might trip him up. Death by Coleman canoe would be -so- anticlimactic. "This'll be great..." he murmurs, smiling back at Glass. "We'll all fit okay in this, right?"

Glass looks back over his shoulder at Batiste, "Beats me. I think so. If it sinks, it'll sink where it's shallow still." He grins.

You head on down the path to the lake.

Shore of Lake Pontchartrain
This area of the shore is now much quiet again. While the scars of the recent construction still exist, Nature, in it's own inexhorable way, is slowly reclaiming it's land.

Starlight walks slowly, but stops, "Um, excuse me?"

"Naw..." Trace chuckles, glancing back at Glass, the paddles swinging through the air as he turns part-way. "There's somethin' real magic 'bout just.. tryin' ta hammer together some wood and shit, yer own bare hands, and hope so hard it'll take you away... My sis'd sit and watch, and I just knew if I could get it together we could find a little tributary that'd take us way out towards big waters, and we could go... anywhere. Austrailia. Iceland. Zimbabwe!" He sloshes on towards the others, but looks back as Star speaks.

Glass looks back at Starlight, "Yeah?"

Glass grins at Trace, "I always thought about that, going out into the Atlantic in a stolen canoe, see the world. But it gets cold, even in the summer."

Starlight's eyes dart between the three of you and he finally stop s on Glass. "I don't really feel that well, but thanks for asking me to go with you guys." He glances back, then to you three again. "I can get a ride back. I hope you have a good time." Something has him spooked, it would seem. "I really appreciate you asking me."

Glass blinks at Starlight, "Um. You sure?"

Jean-Batiste grins over at Trace, looking up from the swampy ground. "Zimbabwe. Isn't that where the Zulus are? Natives with big spears and grass skirts and necklaces full of tiger claws." His steps pause as Glass looks back at Starlight, and he turns to look back as well, grin fading. "Oh..." he murmurs. He frowns down at the ground for a moment, thinking, then echoes Glass. "You sure? It'll be fun, the four of us..."

Trace laughs and winks. "Magic boats don't feel no cold." But then he looks back to Star and his smile purses a little. "It would be fun..." A little sigh. "You gonna be okay hitchin' back?" It has him worried, and it's obvious, playing across his face and clouding up his eyes a little. Well, most everything's obvious on this boy with his heart on his sleeve.

Starlight glances back to where he came from, then to you all again. Swallows. "I just think that I need to get going back because my stomach hurts again." Eyes slide to Trace and he bites on the inside of his cheek. "But thank you for asking me." Yes, he's definately spooked about something. And he nods, and looks around. "I can get a ride from someone, there's lots of cars around here."

Glass looks at Starlight curiously.

Glass sets the canoe's nose down in the water absently, still looking at Starlight.

Starlight is pulling on the index finger of his left hand and glances back over his shoulder. He whispers something, to himself, then looks around the area. "I just, I just, ya know." He looks to Trace again and shakes his head. "Do you get this way?" he asks, very quietly, then looks as if he regrets it right after it comes out.

Jean-Batiste bites at the inside of his bottom lip, studying Starlight for a few seconds. "Maybe you just need something to eat?" he suggests. "You want to take a peach or orange along, maybe? Or...oh." Well, that answers that.

Glass watches Star, not saying anything.

Trace flinches and looks down. "Agonies, yeah..." He nods and peeks up at her through blue braids, humbled. "Yeah. Here, c'mere." He heaves a sighs and sets down the paddles to shift his canvas bag back into his hands, fishing around inside it. "Can you chase? If I give you somethin', can ya take yerself into the woods and get it taken care of? I... I'm stayin' t'help with the canoe though, and this is all I got, so... if ya don't know how.." he shrugs a little and glances at Batiste. Priorities. Not making the same mistake twice.

Starlight watches Trace for a few moments, then looks to Glass. "If I do, I'll get sicker." And to Trace. "You're very nice, but that's, I can't do that." He slides his hands over his arms and looks down, whispering, "You left me." And looks up to JB. "Thank you for asking me to come with you. I didn't like you before, but I think you are kind of nice now," a whacked compliment. And to Glass, "You know I would ruin this, but maybe some other time." And again to Trace, a little smile. "I'm trying to quit, because it makes me very sick, but it's making me sick not to have that too. I need my other stuff." Honesty.

Glass lifts a brow, murmurs, "Naw. You just think you'd ruin it. It's not really that way. You should tell me what the other stuff is."

Jean-Batiste looks from Trace to Starlight and back again, still worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. He flashes a crooked grin at Starlight and murmurs, "Thanks. I try to be kind of nice." He crouches down and starts to unlace his boots, glancing up every other hook, distracted by the conversation.

Trace blinks up at Starlight and smiles sadly. A little nod, as he tucks whatever he'd been about to pull out back into his pack and slips it back onto his shoulder, crouching down again for the paddles and murmuring to the mucky, damp ground, "Get off it, if ya can... I am too, real soon. Oughta now, while yer kinda new to it. S'easier. I-I wish I had." He hefts them back up onto his shoulders, again struggling a bit to get the long wooden paddles in place.

Starlight reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a little baggie, folded. He steps up to Glass, cautiously and shows the man the contents. It's a little white pill. Just one. "It makes me sleep sometimes and sometimes it just makes me go other places, but it's always quiet. I can't describe it. This isn't a trank, like I told you, its benzo. And, I know it's worse, really, but it doesn't make me feel worse. But," he moistens his lips, licking at his ring by default "But the only thing is, that since I junked, I need more and more. And," he sighs and looks defeated. "I want to take this, but if I do, I mean," he scratches his head. "I want you guys to have fun," he says, and actually smiles. It touches his eyes. He looks down, then up to Glass. "I guess I just need to get used to everything. You guys are used to everything, it seems. I just need to get used to it all." And he looks over at Trace. "I wish I could be like you," he admits. "But it seems what I need always touches me. It's inside me, all the time and when I try to forget it and just be free, it," he shrugs, looking a little distant "it doesn't like when I go away." His brow creases a little and it's obvious he's looking for some kind of sign that Trace understands.

Glass murmurs to Starlight, "Just take it, if you want. I don't want it. It won't hurt me if you take it." He crouches down and starts to push the canoe further into the water, looking up at Batiste, "Throw your pack in and hop in, okay?" He guides the canoe so it's almost all afloat, its stern sticking in the mud of the bank.

The blue-haired artist nods very faintly. "Y'get used to... pushin' it deep down, away from what ya want yer heart to, to, y'know, focus on... But yeah. Yeah, it pretty much stays. Wish ya coulda stayed..." He gives a small nod to her, then carts the paddles over to Glass and smiles a little. "Kin' ya tug mine off my shoulder? I don't got th' hands fer it."

Glass stands up and pulls Trace's pack off of him, looking at Starlight over the blue-haired boy's shoulder. He tosses the bag into the canoe, which rocks on the water a little from the impact.

Starlight nods at Glass and puts the baggie back into his pocket, then offers JB a little smile and turns to walk back. He looks over his shoulder when a few yards away, but then continues.

Jean-Batiste steps out of his boots and knots the laces together, leaving them at the lake's shore. He rolls his jeans up to his knees, then wades in a foot or two before climbing into the canoe and moving towards the front of it, leaving his backpack in the middle. He looks back at Starlight and waves, smiling a little sadly. "Be careful on the trip home, okay? Take it easy."

Glass picks up Batiste's boots and tosses them into the rocking canoe as well. He crouches down to steady the little craft and looks up at Trace.

Starlight looks back as JB speaks to him and nods, "Thanks, I will." Soft. He watches the middle boy for a few moments, then turns and walks off.
Starlight leaves the shore, making its way to the bait shop.

Trace hands the paddles up before easing himself carefully into the canoe, shifting around a bit before finally finding a comfortable position. "How far we headin' out, you think?"

Glass gives the canoe a push and it starts forward abruptly. This is further complicated by Doug hopping lightly into it, setting it rocking a little too violently for comfort. He crouches down immediately to sit in the stern, dropping one paddle and twisting to push the canoe out further with the other.

Jean-Batiste picks up one of the paddles and holds it properly after a few experimental grips. Left-handed grip, with the paddle's blade on the left side of the canoe. He grabs at the sides of the canoe, yelp-laughing, "Careful...!" as the canoe starts to rock as Glass hops into it.

Trace steadies himself and then, as the canoeglances between the two of you before

Glass laughs and the canoe settles. Still a little tippy, but it's a canoe. He starts to paddle, directing the little craft further out onto the lake.

As the craft starts to shove off, Trace considers his own paddle-less position in the canoe, then glances between the two of you and giggles, "Row on, slaves!"

Glass grins, "Slaves, huh?" He leans over to make the canoe tip even more.

Jean-Batiste laughs again, yelping, "Hey, hey, careful! I haven't been canoeing in way too long...!" He sticks his paddle into the water too deeply, trying to lean on it for support - not enough that he topples in, or anything. After a moment he rebalances and starts paddling again, shooting Glass a mock-wounded look over his shoulder. "Yeah, I guess we're slaves now. Is the master comfortable?" He laughs, looking out at the lake again.

Trace gives a little, amused and startled shriek, groping quickly for a handhold. Once he's steadied himself, he turns to mock-glare at Glass. "Thirty lashes fer you! And no enjoyin' em, neither!" He picks up his bag and offers, "Quite comfortable. But how'zis? You guys row, I'll put cheese crackers 'n things together. Deal?"

Glass chuckles and stops tipping. He smiles at Trace, "That was what I was gonna suggest. Ooh, who's gonna give us the lashes?" The canoe glides smoothy through the water and Doug tilts his paddle to make it turn so you're slipping along the shoreline about twenty or thirty yards from the bank.

Jean-Batiste turns his face up to the sun again, smiling at it through closed lids. "This is nice..." he murmurs. He opens his eyes, squinting towards the shore. "It's really pretty out here. D'you think they have places where it'd be good to camp? Maybe we could scout out someplace while we're out here? We'd have to be able to walk there, though, so not -too- far..." He looks back at Trace and says, "Your slave wants a Babybel, master. One of the little red cheeses." He pouts cutely at the blue-haired boy for a second, then turns his attention back to the water, paddling more.

Glass stops paddling and lets the canoe drift forward on its own momentum and Batiste's effort. He murmurs, "There's a big camp of bikers not so far from here. But next to the shore around here it's all houses."

Trace gets out a butter knife from Walker's kitchen, as well as a roll of crackers and a few different cheeses. He cuts a few wedges off some orange cheese that he figures is chedder, but isn't quite sure, and puts a few slices on some crackers and sets them down carefully on his knee. The babybel cheese he picks up and looks at somewhat puzzledly, looking to Batiste and murmuring, "Jest want me to hand it to ya, or peel off the red stuff and put it on a cracker, or what...?" A tiny grin is cast Glass' way as he wonders, "A camp of bikers? Hmm. Like motorcycle leather bikers?" A little giggle at the image that conjures. "I was hopin' fer something a bit more peaceful and private fer our camping place."

Glass nods, "Yeah, motorcycle bikers. Speed-dealin' mean-ass motorcycle bikers."

Jean-Batiste laughs, shaking his head. "No camping near bikers. -Please-." He balances his paddle across the front of the canoe and looks back at Trace. "You grab the little paper tab across the middle, and pull it around...it'll split the wax in half and the cheese is inside, see? Then pull the paper out and save the wax, you can use it like modelling clay."

Glass grins, "You gonna make a cheese-wax sculpture?"

Jean-Batiste grins right back at Glass, nodding. "You bet. There's red and yellow, we can make little wax people and float them in the lake, or...I don't know. It's fun to play with, the wax gets really soft and easy to knead. We can do a sculpture immortalizing the Great Canoe Picnic of 2001."

"Well, isn't that mostly the point of Babybel cheese?" Trace chuckles. He does as he's bid, peeling the wax away and tossing the paper to the floor of the canoe and wadding the wax up into a ball. The wax gets tucked away into his bag, then he holds the cheese for a moment. He still isn't sure if it was supposed to be put onto a cracker or not. Finally he just cuts away a slice of the cheese and holds out the sliver for Batiste. "Open wide, slave. You've just been dubbed Official Cheese Taster."

Glass grins, "Make wax boats."

Jean-Batiste stretches his arms back along the sides of the canoe, leaning over to rest his back on the crossbar behind him, head lolled over so his braids dangle down towards the bottom of the canoe. "Ahh-hh-hh..." he says obediently, grinning upside-down at Trace.

Glass sets his paddle down and looks over at the shore.

Trace laughs and places the strip of Babybel into Batiste's mouth. After a moment, he approvingly pats his friend's blonde braids and prompts, "S'good?"

Glass says, "What else did you bring?"

Jean-Batiste chews while still upside down - it's noisier than it has to be, as if he was taking his Official Cheese Tasting duties seriously. "Brought everything. Cheese and all the fruit, and the French bread, and I've got a container of iced tea in my backpack...did we take anything else?" he asks Trace as he straightens up, twisting around a little to reacquaint his spine with an upright position.

Jean-Batiste licks his lips a final time and twists back to grin at Trace. "I'm not sure if it's safe for you to eat or not, master. I should try some more." Batbat. Puppy eyes.

Glass grins, "Cool. Can I have the bread?"

Trace gets right to work on carving away another slice. "Yes, excellent idea," he giggles, and holds out the second little piece to Batiste's lips before glancing back at Glass and offering, "Want one of these chedder cracker things?" No hands are free, so he just glances down to indicate the little snacks on his knee. "And the bread's in my bag. So's, um. A ziplock bag with some chips, and some oranges and peaches too... The peaches are real good."

Glass snags up a cheddar cracker, "Merci." He crunches it, "Hey, this cheese hasn't been tasted yet, has it?"

Jean-Batiste neatly snags the second piece in his mouth and flips it in like an animal with its prey. He chews with overdone, theatrical arrogance. "I think..." He sniffs, then giggles. "It is okay to eat, master." He shifts around carefully, lifting his legs over the nearest crossbar so his feet are dangling up in the air a bit - but at least he's facing the two of you now. He props his paddle so it won't fall overboard, then exclaims, "No! I didn't taste it, it might be poisoned!" He starts to laugh, and reaches for Trace's canvas bag, to try and pull out the French bread for Glass.

Glass nods to Batiste, "You're so brave. You better taste it." He goes on eating his cracker, regardless.

Trace laughs and sets the knife down on his knee too, peeling the plastic wrap off some cheese just for the novelty of letting the Batsite taste it first. "Yes," he comments sagely, "The Cheese Taster is a saviour to us all, and we must ever be thankful." He laughs and switches back to his true casual, drawled voice without missing a beat. "So anyway, jest tell me if ya want anything else, like cut up apples, or anythin' ya want.." A slice of whitish cheese now waits in his fingers, ready to be offered up to Batiste, but he's waiting for the judgement on the chedder first.

Glass murmurs, "I want the soft cheese, on the bread."

Jean-Batiste steals one of the cheddar crackers as well, and nibbles fastidiously on it for a few seconds, then pops the whole thing into his mouth. "I'f rea'y good," he promises between chews. A second later he remembers to add, "Mafter." He swallows, then laughs, and finally manages to draw out the loaf of French bread, holding it up triumphantly. "You won't feed the toe-eaters with this, right?" he asks, trying to look wary and afraid of the fearsome creatures.

Glass grins, "I would never feed a toe-eater. Besides, they only eat toes."

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