This was so not the sort of place Shaw would ever choose to spend his weekend, but what wouldn't a guy do for a friend? Zessel happened to be that friend this weekend. The girl that was supposed to accompany the half arkanian to this annual baking convention had had to bail at the last minute after discovering that her dorm room had an infestation of obscenely large bugs. Leftovers from a certain cookout unbeknownst to her. So Shaw had agreed to tag along with Zessel so he didn't have to go alone.
Shaw felt honored, really, that Zessel would ask him of all people to come along since he didn't know the first thing about baking. The two had come a long way since their rocky start back on Shili. Shaw didn't know they had had a rocky start or that Zessel had carried a grudge over those cookies Shaw had tossed at the three headed dog. As a general rule Shaw was pretty unaware of stuff like that unless someone came right out and told him.
It was day two of the convention. A day and a half left to go. Shaw had to pat himself on the back. He had only dozed off four or five times. A guy that didn't know the first thing about baking could only listen to how to make your fondant smooth without unsightly ripping and how to get the perfect domed muffin top so many times before he checked out. It was like they were speaking a different language. Shaw saw lots of pictures of food but didn't actually get to eat any of it. That bothered him more than anything. Shaw really liked to eat.
When he wasn't nodding off he was trying his best to not distract Zessel by finding ways to keep himself entertained, mostly by bombarding Master Valtiere with text messages and memes that he never responded to. Shaw leaned over to Zessel as the next speaker climbed the stage to begin the next lecture and whispered, "What's this one about again?" @LouJoVi
Shaw felt honored, really, that Zessel would ask him of all people to come along since he didn't know the first thing about baking. The two had come a long way since their rocky start back on Shili. Shaw didn't know they had had a rocky start or that Zessel had carried a grudge over those cookies Shaw had tossed at the three headed dog. As a general rule Shaw was pretty unaware of stuff like that unless someone came right out and told him.
It was day two of the convention. A day and a half left to go. Shaw had to pat himself on the back. He had only dozed off four or five times. A guy that didn't know the first thing about baking could only listen to how to make your fondant smooth without unsightly ripping and how to get the perfect domed muffin top so many times before he checked out. It was like they were speaking a different language. Shaw saw lots of pictures of food but didn't actually get to eat any of it. That bothered him more than anything. Shaw really liked to eat.
When he wasn't nodding off he was trying his best to not distract Zessel by finding ways to keep himself entertained, mostly by bombarding Master Valtiere with text messages and memes that he never responded to. Shaw leaned over to Zessel as the next speaker climbed the stage to begin the next lecture and whispered, "What's this one about again?" @LouJoVi