Quietly places a freshly baked cupcake before the smaller male before retreating a couple of steps. After all, the cleric is not ashamed to admit the other was intimidating. At least to him anyway. "I, ah, I was doing baking and I, ah, was making too many it seems and I was thinking you, ah, might be liking one?"
“ A cupcake, eh? “ unusual contribution of amiability from a foreign individual alike Olithier -– A particular elf from an ancient time seldom forgotten. A curiosity, a migraine, an impediment. He was manifold things to the adolescent who is presently scrutinizing the sugary delicacy that was gingerly set atop his palm. - Pondering, always thinking, unendingly so, on what flavorings it may potentially be permeated within its delicate, fluffed, exterior. “ How odd. But I’ll accept it. “ he had not digested anything tangible since yesterday’s daybreak and if a certain brace of women became cognizant of it, he’d never hear the end of they’re scolding.
“ — Was that all you’ve come to see me for? “