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"Bloody brilliant!" a thin man exclaimed from afar, then stepped toward the bonfire and the growing throng of people. He was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt with a wool vest over it in spite of the evening heat. A belt of a wide variety of tools clung to his almost non-existent waist, threatening with every motion to slip even though they were cinched as far as they could go. Having been in the area on unrelated business, the smell of food hadn't drawn this little man in so much as the device he'd spotted someone in a long black coat pull from their bag and assemble. He had watched the whole thing. Well, most of it.

Dexter approached the young man who had unnaturally bright-colored hair. There were many other very unique people at this particular party, but this one person currently had his full attention. Reddish eyes stared brightly in wonder at the device that didn't look like much on the outside to the untrained eye. Dexter's weren't really trained with this kind of thing, necessarily, but he was quite focused on those inscribed plates.

He spoke quickly, excitement just beginning to settle into his thin frame. "Your contraption is quite impressive, young sir. It doesn't appear at first glance that it should be capable of..." His words trailed off when his gaze shifted to something else, eyes widening.

The crowd had parted in just the right way for Dexter to see through to the person doing all the cooking. A fit-looking man... he was on fire! With a passing glance at the artisan, he said, "Er- just a moment." He jogged the short distance it took to where the cook was at the grills, nearly colliding with a chocolate-skinned woman with bold, bright red hair. "Sorry!" he called, hands grasping his tool belt to keep it from flying off, then finally stopped when he reached the grills.

Waving a hand to try to get the attention of the fiery man, Dexter spoke with a calm, entirely serious tone of voice. "'Scuse me, chap. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I daresay your head's on fire."

((Lmao did not think this would get so much attention omg yall. Also apologies for slow replies))

“No party crashed yet.” Mak reassured with a smirk then quickly added to the Asher fellow. “Then I wish you luck with your experiment. Hope we all get to see it runnin.”

And run it did that strange snowing device. Cool treats for everyone at the party. And for the new arrivals who kept showing up. Excellent. Less leftovers the genasi cook would need to repurpose or feed to the endless pits that the sailors seemed to have. But then again they were hard working men and women.

“Oh n Asher I’ll take one of them ice snow things. So long as it won’t poison me I’ll try it.”

Mak gestured to another table for the watermelon bearing woman. “Same as that Asher guy. Shove some stuff aside and have at it. If ya need a bigger knife just holler. I have several that’ll get through a watermelon easy ‘nough. And take as much ‘tato salad as you want. There’s plenty to go round.”

It would be so cute watching a kiddo try watermelon for the first time. A truly magical experience. He even remembered his first time trying the refreshing fruit that his mothers had bought for him when he was barely any bigger than this little Lutra. “You’ll love it bud. Watermelon is an experience of itself heh.”

The wiry man’s observation made Mak laugh a little as he pulled some of the skewers and sausages into tin trays. Each being set by their appropriately labelled spot. On the tables.

“Sure right it is. I guess this is your first time seein’ a fire genasi then. We ain’t too common round most parts but I travel with that lot o’ boys.” He gestured to the sailors by the water. Right now some had been lifted onto shoulders and were now tackling each other in the shallows and splashing water everywhere near the edge. “If it’s botherin’ ya or you’re worried bout riskin a fire I can ‘put it out’. Also feel free to grab anything from the tables. No pay or gift or nothin.”