Cian & Drake | Bazaar District 12:30pm
Cian offered a shrug of his own before heading into the bakery. No skin off his if the guy wanted to be polite right back. Inside smelled like bread, sugar, and vanilla. Stacks of cookies in the pastry case -- good. Might as well take his pick, try one of the other flavors since he was here killing time. No sign of Beau.
The question from the fighter was mildly surprising. In his experience, most people wouldn't remember someone they'd mostly seen through a sheet of rain and the pain that came with being barbecued. Still, no harm in providing an answer -- he'd practically been a Faram damned hero that night. "Yeah," he answered. "You were mostly on fire at the time, so I'm surprised you remember. Good to see there's no lasting damage."