World Refugees Final Mix

Hex smiled placidly, as she picked up her own menu.

Huh. 'Cursed'. There's something I didn't know.

"So, the Accursed is hanging out with the Hex." She giggled a little. It was a simple joke, but one had to take their laughs where they could.

"And, to be fair, it's not like you don't have an ideal hiding place. The best spies are the ones no expects afterall."

Damn, but there's a lot of cakes on this menu. Pound cake, carrot cake, chocolate- is that ice-cream? Sweets, sweets, and more sweets.

She flipped the page.

Alternatively, I could have just been looking at the dessert section.

"So, anything in particular you're looking for this year at the Market?"