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You let a returning smirk crawl back across your lips instead of lamenting unimportant things. “Y’done with trainin’ the dog yet?” You said snidely, “Don’t got all day if we want t’ do anything in moonlight rather than sunrise.”
It wasn’t your best jab, but the lack of a counter gave you satisfaction enough, as Magnus took you both out the door.
“Ah, one more thing. Yuliana, Anya,” he said, carefully letting you two be next to one another, “Anya needs a new outfit. I am claiming my bounty from winning that race.” You huffed and rolled your eyes. “So. Yuliana. Along with your other shopping, do help Anya change her attire too, won’t you?”
Yuliana grit her teeth, sighed, and hung her head. Said nothing, but the acknowledgement was clear.
Hey, you’d take all the free stuff you could get from the markets.
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The Triumph District was close to the Blau District, a taxi ride away for Magnus’s concern, but not very distant from where you were. You’d have been comfortable walking there, even if it wouldn’t have given you a lot of time to make Yuliana buy stuff. It was called the Triumph District for once being host to Imperial military parades- and was briefly used for the same by the victorious Archduke Roland II after his war of independence, before being consigned to use as a great marketplace for the people of the capital, and beyond.
The wide streets were filled with vendors, and more permanent commerce was housed behind the stalls and carts in stout buildings behind, all little taller than a house. It wasn’t the Blau or the Silversmith, after all- even children could, and did, come around here, as did some unsavory sorts- the constables were present here, but the place was too dense for them to patrol everywhere. So the black markets could also be found here and there, though only the ones smart enough to stay on the move. A surge of policemen surely indicated one being caught, as pickpockets or thieves were usually chased by private hirelings instead.
Magnus was keeping back and away from you. Purportedly to watch out for trouble, but you could see through him here- he wanted you and Yuliana to try and get along better. Your forced collaboration, in his eyes, possibly cooling the rivalry…
>Not a chance. You didn’t have anything to talk with this cow about besides how much money you needed her to hand over. She probably wouldn’t indulge you in talk if you tried. (Write in any insults you'd like to poke with)
>You were going to cut each other up with knives, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t be cordial. Try to make talk that wasn’t insult trading. (Talk About What/Ask About Anything?)
>Other?
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>Declare what you intend to make for the cookery contest. The simpler it is in principle, the easier it’ll be to do, at least. Though, a fully equipped kitchen will be available for use- though esoteric useful ingredients are beyond your knowledge.
>Dressup is Immenent
