J,GoB; Sunday Morning [12/22].

[beautiful_boc]

Blame the deer he'd encountered on the way over for his usual cinnamon roll, but Boc decided he was craving cookies much more for some reason. Of course, he had trouble deciding which cookies sounded the best, leaving him with an assortment of them spread out before him on his usual corner table.

He took careful bites of them, one at a time, in order, chewing them thoughtfully as he tried to determine which might be his favorites.

An impossible decision to make, really, when they were all quite good by their own merits.

But he would probably also be grabbing a cinnamon roll on the way out, too, because none of them would manage to satisfy that particular inclination.

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[ifwebeworthy]

After his walk in the park Don did in fact decide to stop by the bakery for some cookies, and when he noticed Boc he said a polite, "Good morning," to him. "Trying out the cookies?"

[beautiful_boc]

Boc had been having some rather quiet Sunday mornings at the bakery....or few weeks in general, really... to the point where it threw him just slightly when Don addressed him. It left for a somewhat startled and gawking expression on his wide-eyed face, until he blinked, shook his head, and seemed to remember a bit belatedly how conversations worked.

"Oh! Erm, yes! Hello! Uhm, good morning! Happy Sunday. I...uh. well...I rather had a difficult time choosing today, so I thought I'd get several, give them all a go. They're all quite good, of course, but a bit overwhemling."

Then again, what wasn't, for Boc?

"Erm..." He looked over his assorted cookies as he tried to think of conversational things, before looking back up...not exactly at Don, but somewhere close enough. "Do you have a particular favorite, yourself?"

[ifwebeworthy]

"I'm rather fond of gingerbread, myself," Don admitted. "Or a good snickerdoodle." Don, no. Hadn't anyone told you that snickerdoodles were people?

[beautiful_boc]

"Oh, are those the sort of cinnamon-y ones?" Boc asked, realizing he'd forgotten the names of most of the different cookies, anyway. "Those are rather good."

He wasn't people, so it was okay for him!

"But I do think I'd prefer a cinnamon roll. Cookies just seemed like a good idea when I got here..."

[ifwebeworthy]

"Those are the snickerdoodles, yeah," Don confirmed. "You're a cinnamon guy, huh? I know what you mean about cookies sounding like a good idea. I think it's those deer." They smelled disturbingly good.

[beautiful_boc]

"Is that what it is?" asked Boc, tilting his head and thinking back on his encounters passing the deer on his way in. He'd always been fond of them; even though their color was startling and they were quite a bit bigger than the deer he'd was used to in the Lands Between, he found them to be just as sweet and gentle and, most importantly, harmless.

"They look a bit different today, too," he noted, "what with the red noses and all. I hope it's just the island's whimsy, as with all the other things lately, and not that something has gone terribly wrong with them."

[ifwebeworthy]

"I hope it is," Don said, peering out the window now in hopes of catching sight of a deer to see if it looked sick or just festive. "If it's some kind of weird deer disease it took hold awfully fast."

[beautiful_boc]

"That's how most diseases do spread," Boc said, with a slightly worried expression as he followed Don's gaze out the window, "where I'm from. Scarlet Rot. Death Blight. Frenzied Flame. Horrible stuff. But, thankfully, things are usually much different here. They don't seem much bothered by it, either. So that's a bit encouraging, isn't it?"