Cheesy Bread

As he fueled Aoife's energy, hers then came back to bolster his own. Deus was nearly shaking with excitement, unable to keep his eyes on one place for long between her mohawk, funny paws, and how her eyes lit up when she talked. "Oh no no, I think i you are gonna win." He argued back. "Wanting to win is the absolutest most importantest part of fighting and there's no way I want it as much as you do."

Each time she rose then flopped he mirrored her movements, an equally enthused tail wag flattening the grass behind him and his pawful of snacks forgotten to tumble into the grass. "Best friends! Yes! Oh, I want to see your music can you make some right now? Sometimes my mama sings to me do you know how to sing because I bet it'd sound sooo nice. We should go right now and ask those nice nomads if we can borrow one of their instruments and I can be your backup dancer or your bodyguard!"

The oversized boy stood once more, entire form vibrating with excitement and gaze darting wildly across the basin for the nearest maker-of-music. "And, and, one day I'm gonna have a pouch like momma - hers is for herbs and boring stuff but mine will have lots of snacks and toys in it - and then I can carry you in it and when we reach the audience you can pop out like BAM!" Asmodeus' young body lifted as he jumped in place, all four limbs splaying so that when he landed, he was striking a flamboyant pose.