Pudding

Sandy: The HIPpest elf ever. Practically a HIPpy.

Cesran: A tall dark-skinned man

Zoob: Bright green gobber with big ears and bigger gun.

Zoob comes trundling out of the candy store carrying a cloth sack that bulges and wobbles and is big enough that he can barely hold it in both hands. He is keeping his attention glued to the sack so as to not drop it, and is practically salivating in anticipation.

Sandy is staring up at the sky. Mostly because it's full of sparkles and glitter and Runic magic. She is looking horrified. Rune is not the place she wants to be. Rune is the not the place he wants to be. It's full of /wizards/.

Zoob is paying so much attention to his squidging bag of candy that he doesn't see a loose stone on the ground and his foot comes down right on it. He staggers sideways, flailing one hand briefly for balance before grabbing the bag again, and bounces off the back of Sandy's legs. He doesn't even notice what he hit, just brings the wobbling to equilibrium and stops again. "Whew. Saved it."

"Awugh!" Sandy yelps, spinning around to glare at Zoob. "The hell?" She demands with a growl.

Zoob stabilizes the sack and stops moving. Once it's all safe he looks over. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, lost my balance and this pudding here is a little unstable. Can you believe they wanted to change me a whole copper for a bowl to carry it in when this sack does just fine? It's a pudding not a soup, I got this!" He blinks twice, considering his own recent actions. "Okay, so I mostly got this, if Rune had proper streets I wouldn't have slipped and run into you, I'm so sorry. Would you like some pudding by way of apology? It's... it's... okay, I didn't catch what flavour it was, just that it was big and cheap. Without the bowl anyway."

Sandy stops dead and then just glares at Zooh for a moment. Then she grunts. "Oh, well... that makes sense. No, no thanks. I'm good without pudding for the moment. Just ate, anyways." She grunts, then looks up. "This city is mad, anyways."

Zoob shakes his head, green ears flapping back and forth. "No no no! This city is great! All it needs is more Gobbers and it would be... actually pretty mad I guess. Still great though. Where else would I me able to buy a pudding that can sing?"

"More gobbers," replies Sandy, as if this a horrifying thing.

Zoob nods. "Well sure! Gobbers get things done? Have a problem? Gobbers will not only provide a solution lickety-split but also we're entertaining and give you something to do next time! I know that sounds like we just make more problems but don't think if it that way, look at it as opportunities to show how effective you are, and Gobbers are always enthusiastic and helpful and just better than everyone else! In a Gobbery way anyway. Are you sure you don't want some pudding? It's stripy!"

Cesran comes out of the wizard's pub and he takes a look around. He's leaning a bit on his staff and he hmms, "More goblins...I thought we were trying to save Rune not blow it up, if anyone needs more Goblins it's the Dran...they'd be nothing left but a crater."

"...more...goblins?" says Sandy, worriedly. The last thing she seems to want is more goblins. She eyes Zoob for a long moment, then pinches the bridge of her nose. "Well, I suppose we could use more goblins to point at the Dran," she tells Cesran.

Zoob momentarily forgets that his hands are full of squidgy sack and tries to point at the thunderbelcher over his back, then catches himself at the last second and saves the blob for going splat. "That's what I'm celebrating, things to point at Dran! I just upgraded Bessie with a fast-charge cartridge mechanism and took the trigger-guard off for safety and now I can fire her twice as fast! The chance of a jam go up of course, until I manage to cool the arcane bleed and ground out the stray particles of... look, it doesn't matter, it's really unlike to explode much. But I can put more holes in Dranite mammoths and barbarians and stuff! What were we talking about again?"

Cesran nods a little bit, "So long as they are aimed at Dran and not at Rune." He nods, "That's good that you can fire her twice as fast." He shrugs, 'I just got here and heard that we were sending hordes of goblins at the Dran."

"...well, someone is talking about it," says Sandy, pointing at Zoob. "Hordes of goblins. I suppose he'd be the one to know. Why not?" she shrugs her shoulders, eyeing Cesran for a moment.

Zoob shakes his head, frowning and pulls himself up to his full unimpressive height. "The proper term is a gaggle of Gobbers, or perhaps an invention of Gobbers, you can also use explosion or annoyance in a pinch. We are not a horde. We are way more effective than that at... doing... things. Things that are not at all hordy, that'd be Oruch or something, we're way more refined than a horde." He then eyes Cesran sidelong. "You are a wizard, right? Can you tell me if this pudding thing is magic? I'm starting to become worried, I can't tell if it's moving on its own or not, and it doesn't smell like butterscotch at all. That's my favourite."

Cesran hmms, "Depends who you ask or how you are counting." He waves his hand a little bit and he nods, "That's what it says in my underwear." He looks at the pudding, "Are you in Rune? Of course it's magical everything here is magical." He takes out a spoon from his sleeve and he goes to get a spoonful of the pudding and eats it, "See delicious."

Sandy pauses for a moment. She eyes Zoob. Then Cesran. Then she pinches the bridge of her nose. "I suspect that's Runic pudding, anyways. Probably changes your color when you eat it." she mutters.

Zoob sets the open bag of pudding down. "Change my colour? I can't have that!" He watches Cesran carefully for a few seconds and sees no sign of change. He then produces a fork from behind his ear and dig in. "Mmm! Um! Ah, that's... odd. The yellow bits are I think vanilla and the reddish bits taste like lime. That's unexpected."

Cesran smiles, "The magic is probably in the taste as it tastes magically delicious." He grins and his teeth are lime green. He smacks his lips, "See no harm done."

Sandy, Zoob and Cesran are standing in the middle of Rune. Well, close to it. They appear to be discussing goblins. When Zoob opens the sack, she steps back from him. "Well... if you say so. I'm leery of eating anything from Rune," she mutters.

Zoob carefully closes up the bag of striped pudding sitting in the road and picks it up with both hands, placing a fork behind his ear first. "Well, if a wizard thinks it's safe I'm going to take it and enjoy it. Thanks!" He can barely hold it in both hands and it's very wobbly, but he maneuvers it down the road and out of sight.

Cesran shrugs as he licks his lips and his lime green teeth are back to normal. "Bah just harmless magic, no one is looking to hurt anyone. Just a bit of fun and whimsy." He waves to Zoob, "See you later."