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Nocello returned the man's appreciation with a tired smile.  [color=0054a6]"Ah, it was quite a pleasure.  I'm no confectioner, but a little bit of sugar and cream can whip up a simple sweet in a jiff.  Besides I have never had much of a sweet tooth so I'm unlikely to use this sugar for myself."[/color] he looked at the young girl, now tired from the long day and his thoughts drifted for a moment as he turned his gaze to the stars that were beginning to show in the dieing light of day.

[color=0054a6]"A blessing is it not though? When a child's worries are so scarce that a few candies can bring tears? Signs of peaceful times I would think. I have seen many a years, and many generations of children, those that cry when a candy is lost, those that would only dream of having one in their life.  Why, in my younger years I knew of people who didn't know what chocolate was, so much a delicacy that the poor had no inkling of what it was."[/color] he reached up and ran his fingers through his beard silent again before shaking his head and looking at the young father.

[color=0054a6]"It was a pleasure, and I apologize for rambling like that, I find the older I get the more the words just fall from my lips."[/color]

Cam only sat silently.  After all she was not pleased by the presence of the two humans. She had barely spoken a word throughout the day, and that was mostly to answer questions or request from Nocello, her employer.  She could only internally thank whatever god may exist they were finally leaving, and all because the old man couldn't bare to see a girl cry out a few candies? Ridiculous.  He wasted good sugar and cream, even if he wouldn't use the sugar it would be a commodity worth a hefty sum once they set off into the desert.  And true the cream wouldn't keep long it was wasted on something like candies.

She perked up for a moment, a smell on the wind... strangers... of course there were strangers new people seemed to join this caravan every day, she eased again, leaning back and staring into the fire, one of her knifes cutting away at a knot of wood she had cut from one of the logs.  Something to keep her hands busy.