[Prethreading OOM] Kate and Atton, Koor.

[stuck_mynock]

Koor is bright, colourful and loud, for the most part, and vibrant with life.

The door leads out into a large city square, lined with stalls, with a group of masked actors in the centre playing out some form of very overdramatic musical tragedy.

Atton turns to Kate. "So. Stuff t'buy, stuff t'eat, fortune-telling, fights for money, dancing, street theatre, and as I find more stuff in the city this list keeps on growing and growing so I won't bore you with the rest." Brightly. "Any ideas on what y'want t'do?"

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"No, I'll pay you back more when we return to the bar. Be easy to convert my money over there, and I owe you for the trip anyway. C'mon, you know there's some good people who could use that money more than you."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I'm a ..." He trails off before he can actually say 'good person' and just looks mildly sulky. "I'll see about giving it to a charity."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"All right, see it's not so bad. I'm sure they'll appreciate the help."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton just looks sulky.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Would buying you a drink cheer you up?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I suppose so."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"And something sweet to go with it?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Sweet is good."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"All right, let's go do that then. My treat as part of my thanks for the trip."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton just beams, brightly.