THE FOOD COURT - Skewers

He stepped closer to her, all charm and dashing smiles, and she had to remind herself that he was at least ten years younger than her. She'd aged gracefully, of course, but in ten years, so much experience was gained, and so many things could happen, making each year feel like a decade on the soul.

She stopped eating, however, all of her focused on the gleam of his eyes and the little turn of his lips -- the timbre of his voice as he worked his charm on the Gaudlish noblewoman. He was flirting, obviously. She was not so dead in that department that she couldn't tell, and being Gauldish herself, she'd heard line after line after line.

Still, even a line delivered well could be effective. And he'd already made her blush. What was with men lately? And not just men, either. It must have been Prospernalia. The flowers and spring time. It must have gotten people... well, twitterpated.

"Sil vous plait," she said, her voice a little softer as he was now closer, her long-lashed blue eyes on him. "I am not finished," she told him, indicating the vegetables still on her stick. "And I think, perhaps, that you are a man that can make his own luck. Even so, I do wish you luck." Even as she spoke, her fateweaving magic was there in the air, settling around Raoul, invisible to the sight, but some sort of light.. feeling or charge on his skin. "In whatever you endeavour."

She gestured to the flags and ribbons going up. Apparently, there was to be a King and Queen of Prospernalia Pageant coming on soon, as well as a Joust and an Archery contest and some other nonsense as well. But Genevieve, recognizing that she needed to save herself, simply smiled at him, and then stepped away --

-- No, walked away, toward the games, still snacking as she wanted on her skewer, leaving Raoul Ferdinand tokenless even as butterflies burst in her belly.

He tried to be disappointed in how that went when Lady Genevieve St. James walked away. He made a genuine, honest effort to be crestfallen at the rejection. And he failed completely. Raoul watched her go with a roguish grin and felt somehow that things had gone very well for him in the exchange.

Of course, he had known he was out of his league when he tried it. And he had gotten smiles and laughter and a conversation he wasn’t likely to forget any time soon out of it. It really could have gone much worse. He wasn’t slapped or shouted at or roughed up by goons, for example. All in all, today was shaping up to be a good day.

There was an extra spring of confidence in his step as he walked away from the food court, feeling like he could take on the world.

The way he hesitated told Seren all she needed to know. The new dress -- it had cost something, and they had barely been able to pay it. She suddenly felt dirty in the purple gown, as she stood there with a skewer she hadn't touched yet, an appetite that waned.

"I don't want you to take care of me, I want to take care of me," Seren said with a distressed tone in her voice, a frown on her face. She walked away from Typhus, a flower crown on her head, a stuffed dragon under one arm, and moved to sit down, needing some time for her to wrap her head around things.

Sucking in a breath Typhus thinks for several long moments and then says carefully. "There are a lot of ways to get silver and gold." He says trying to think about how to phrase this. "The most common thing you can do is work. That's where someone who has silver and gold asks you to do things they either don't want to do or don't have the time to do themselves and in exchange, they give you money. What money we had was taken off of the bodies of bad people after I... dealt with them. They probably got that money by stealing which is when you take it from someone else either by force or without them knowing and giving them nothing in return. Stealing is against the law and also not very nice so I don't think we should do that." Scratching his nose he thinks for a moment. "There isn't a lot you can do to make money, you don't have many skills but you can read and write so you could work as a scribe out in the towns and villages. That's where you write things down for people because they don't know how to read or write themselves."

The declaration that @seren would make him many, many silver catches Typhus off guard and he says quickly. "You will make yourself many silver, you don't have to give me anything." He'd not take money from the girl even if it might be for the best until she learned more of the world. "And you don't have to be a scribe but you do need to be careful. Not everyone you meet will want what's best for you." He says, knowing he can't stop her from making friends but worried about where her naivety and desire to make coin might lead. The thought of some sleazy guy telling her of a way she could make a lot of coin on her back made his teeth grind painfully.

Rubbing the back of his head Typhus nods and says carefully. "I am sure that we can find you something you can do." He says slowly. "Just be careful Seren and I don't think you should be a warrior, actually I'm not even a warrior. I am just a dumb brawler." He rubs his nose and shrugs his shoulders, she might not understand the difference but he did. He had no talent with any weapon but his fists, he'd seen what real warriors could do with their swords and he couldn't match that.