Brownie Points
@dalamars-face
It had been days since Tenzin had been kicked out of the order of the white, Randal blew up the kitchen, cleaned up and left. People still talked, and none of them cared to shut up around Tenzin, making lessons miserable. The more miserable he became, the more depressed he was. It wasn’t long before he was locked up in his room, refusing to come out. It was probably because of this that Dalamar came up with “reasons” for Tenzin to go to the market with him. The kid needed air, and he was even being a little cruel to Arty.
Tenzin was not exactly in the mood to pretend this shopping trip was worth his time. He grumbled and griped all the way out the grove. “I don’t get why you can’t just make Arty and Sasha do the shopping, like we always do,” he complained. “Do you even remember how to shop? I haven’t seen you do it since the others showed up. Along with cooking, cleaning anything but your own rooms, and just about anything else,” he griped.