[i]"You seem to have an appetite for sweets; perhaps you could teach us how to make them? Your apron tells me that you're a baker of some sort."[/i]

That was…something about that was pleasing to hear, between ‘sweets’ and ‘baker’. That earned a box of cupcakes from him. The first club meeting, perhaps he should bring them then. Patting the folded apron in a rather fond manner, Aram shook his head and took the piece of paper in hand. Reaching under the apron, feeling around for one of the pens he kept in a pocket; he uncapped the writing utensil and neatly began writing his contact information....

[i]"Oh, are you guys looking for a secretary? I'm majoring in English and I'd be more than happy to help if the roles still open"[/i]

Quirking a brow up without removing his gaze from the sheet, adding the last few digits for his cellphone number…the other new member of the club seemed pretty enthusiastic, or was it ambitious? Capping the pen and tucking it away, “Sounds like everything is conveniently falling into place, for your club…Bryan sound highly confident that he is qualified enough to take on secretary. He has me convinced.” Aram set the piece of paper back down onto the surface of the stall’s counter…along with two blue candy lollipops on little wooden sticks. Why? Sweet loving gluttony demon, that’s why.