Chachanji's violet eyes widened as they approached the stall. That was Ul'dah for you - he had been living here for months until his move to what he affectionately dubbed "Coralhaus," and there were still stalls that he had never seen before. Had it always been here, or was it more of a recent addition to the numerous businesses that plied their trade on the streets of the Jewel? Either was possible here, but the Dunesfolk didn't spend too much time debating on which it could be. After all, why worry about things like that when there were fruit-flavored treats to enjoy?
"Ah, um, hmm..." the little Lalafell murmured, standing up on his tippy-toes to get a better look at the selection. Downside to being short and stocky, even for one of his race. Even Memeli stood a couple inches taller than him, and he wasn't even going to get into the height difference between him and Virara. She seemed rather put off by it anyway, so he felt it best not to think about it. Still, the thought couldn't help but cross his mind in situations like this.
"I'll have..." Focus on the snacks, Chachan, not your vertical challenges. "Um... somethin' apple-y, I guess?"
Gran seemed much less interested in the stall than his owner. He seemed grumpily content enough to chew on the piece of jerky that Chachan had used to get him up on his feet in the first place. The baby behemoth had been content enough to just lie on the ground until Mikh'a decided to leave him be, but such a fate hadn't been in the cards. Instead he was serving as some sort of supplementary, purple-hued walking aid for the baby'qote. At least he was getting treats for this.
"Ah, um, hmm..." the little Lalafell murmured, standing up on his tippy-toes to get a better look at the selection. Downside to being short and stocky, even for one of his race. Even Memeli stood a couple inches taller than him, and he wasn't even going to get into the height difference between him and Virara. She seemed rather put off by it anyway, so he felt it best not to think about it. Still, the thought couldn't help but cross his mind in situations like this.
"I'll have..." Focus on the snacks, Chachan, not your vertical challenges. "Um... somethin' apple-y, I guess?"
Gran seemed much less interested in the stall than his owner. He seemed grumpily content enough to chew on the piece of jerky that Chachan had used to get him up on his feet in the first place. The baby behemoth had been content enough to just lie on the ground until Mikh'a decided to leave him be, but such a fate hadn't been in the cards. Instead he was serving as some sort of supplementary, purple-hued walking aid for the baby'qote. At least he was getting treats for this.
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