[ Ororo, new Xavier beanie mashed over her hair in an effort to feel connected to home and also just... to attract less attention for her odd hair, had been waylaid by a stall with dainty, sparkling earrings in the market. The vendor had seen her interest and tried valiantly to tempt her into making a purchase, but she ultimately declines. The absence of Daryl had moved her into looking for him - and she has a look that's equal parts relieved and curious once he makes his way back, armed with hot drinks. ]
Oh. Thank you. You could have told me where you were disappearing off to. [ She takes one, warms her hands with it with a smile. ]
I didn't know I looked like someone who needs extra marshmallows.
( Daryl lifts his cup, motions in the direction of the stall where she'd been accosted by the vendor. There's a soft edge of amusement to his tone, one brow quirking behind messy bangs. He could have stepped in, dragged her away, but it had been harmless enough. Not like anyone was trying to pull the wool over her eyes to sell her something shady.
He brings his cup to his lips, taking a sip. It's still hot, stings a bit against his lips and the tip of his tongue, but not enough to stop him from taking an assessing gulp. And after a few seconds, he tilts the cup to look at the brightly colored designs on it with a soft hum. ) Ain't bad. Better than that stuff you get in packets.
( Which is to say... that's the only hot chocolate he's ever had. But the more important thing for the moment is:) There something you wanted to check out?
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Oh. Thank you. You could have told me where you were disappearing off to. [ She takes one, warms her hands with it with a smile. ]
I didn't know I looked like someone who needs extra marshmallows.
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( Daryl lifts his cup, motions in the direction of the stall where she'd been accosted by the vendor. There's a soft edge of amusement to his tone, one brow quirking behind messy bangs. He could have stepped in, dragged her away, but it had been harmless enough. Not like anyone was trying to pull the wool over her eyes to sell her something shady.
He brings his cup to his lips, taking a sip. It's still hot, stings a bit against his lips and the tip of his tongue, but not enough to stop him from taking an assessing gulp. And after a few seconds, he tilts the cup to look at the brightly colored designs on it with a soft hum. ) Ain't bad. Better than that stuff you get in packets.
( Which is to say... that's the only hot chocolate he's ever had. But the more important thing for the moment is:) There something you wanted to check out?
( He's out of his element, here. )