As much as he wanted to take one now, Chachan had to wave the proffered plate away. "Got oil 'n stuff on me gloves 'n I wanna get this done fer th' Elezen lady there. Jus'... save a cookie'r two fer me fer when 'm done?" His voice hiked up a half-octave or so at the end of the question, adding a bit of pleading to the request. There was a bit more pleading in the puppy-eyed look he gave her before turning his attentions back to his work.
Work that he was doing a little bit faster now that there was the prospect of cookies afterward. Not so much faster that he got careless or unprofessional - the importance of his profession was too well-ingrained within him - but he definitely seemed to be checking his work a little less frequently. Still, left to his own devices, it wouldn't be much longer at all until the greatsword was all sharpened up and ready to go.
Work that he was doing a little bit faster now that there was the prospect of cookies afterward. Not so much faster that he got careless or unprofessional - the importance of his profession was too well-ingrained within him - but he definitely seemed to be checking his work a little less frequently. Still, left to his own devices, it wouldn't be much longer at all until the greatsword was all sharpened up and ready to go.
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