[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=sienna]Gilbert Summers, "The Hat"[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://sharovarka.com/pictures/jason-momoa/27512-jason-momoa.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (By the Oak) 
[b][color=sienna]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Seeing two women become territorial, even borderline [i]savage[/i], over something as simple and cheery as a Twinkie gave him a sense of disappointment. Oh sure, he could understand the draw. They were a particularly amazing cultural contribution that humanity gave to itself; sweet, golden, and delicious, made up of stuff that persons of a less advanced culture would consider godly, or at the least a deeply moving religious experience. But would he kill someone over a Twinkie? Hard to say. 

	On the one hand, there was a woman raised among the Russian Circus from a time long past. She would be able to recognize the thing for what it was, a wonderful confectionary delight that she had yet to experience. And on the other hand, another woman had already experienced The Twinkie, only to have it yanked mercilessly away from her by the coming of an undead apocalypse. He could sympathize. Now that Alexandra was introduced to the magnificence thereof, and Faith re-acquainted, there was cause for a little emotion. But Gilbert didn't like where this was headed. 

	[color=sienna]"Ladies, please remember yourselves. These goodies are primarily for the children, and we have to set an example."[/color] He squatted for a second or two, gathering an armload of the sugary treats. He began tossing them to any of the remaining youth in the area with a free hand, all the while continuing his little monologue. [color=sienna]"There's no reason that we can't sample some of the sweets for ourselves. Let us be honest with each other, if we may: It's these little moments that make living worthwhile. The rainbows in otherwise gloomy days, the tiny thrills of personal victory, first kisses, sunlight cresting over the horizon of a new adventure; it's the chocolate chip cookies of the world that make it amazing. The broad sweeps of empires, even the lasting impressions of religious thought are just footnotes in history books for people to read about centuries from now, if at all, and debate their significance among one another."[/color] His voice was casual yet prominent, each syllable requesting both respect and attention but seemingly indifferent as to whether he received either. A smile, infectious and wistful, returned to his face as he held the last two packages out to Alexandra and Faith. [color=sienna]"But something more pragmatic to consider? We have cases of these things. Couple of different kinds, too. And they reset with Ville au Camp."[/color] He punctuated his smile with a playful wink, and directed his attention back to the people around them. [color=sienna]"This little ritual is one of those things. It's why I'm glad we chose this night for the loop."[/color] 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=indianred]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://image.ibb.co/i56LZR/Blackjames.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (By the Oak)
[b][color=indianred]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	[color=indianred]"Well then, Miss Sophia, I'm expectin' nobody'll gonna think the less of you if'n you dig in."[/color] James ripped open his own package, pausing a bit to fill a couple of waxed paper cups with the interesting, gingerbread flavored punch. He held a single creme-filled chub of puffy, machine-processed pastry up before his face, regarding it as if it were a thing of wonder and beauty before deftly biting off one rounded end. [color=indianred]"Hmm, and now it's Jewish..."[/color] he joked, giving a quick chuckle before glancing around with a just a hair of self-consciousness. 

	He listened carefully to what Gilbert had to say on the matter of life's little pleasures. Fleeting thing, really. Tiny bits of happy floated around for a second before they shattered like so much glass or crystalline eggshell. Happy was fleeting, but misery tended to stick around for a while. The words of Belladonna reached his ears with some positivity, too. Not the part about and Headless Husband, nor the waking of the Dead. He agreed with Sophia's assessment about dead people walking with a wide-eyed, affirming, [color=indianred]"Mmm hmm, girl. That's some bid'ness I can do [i]without[/i]."[/color]