@Jake | A play date
The son of the Inn keeper sat at the table, slicing apples as a snack for his son. Being a parent was a strange and hard job, much more work than helping his father run the Inn or working in the weapons shop. Some humans were coming and going, as it was about midday, and he paid no mind to them.
Instead he focused on preparing things for Orland and trying to avoid killing something.
Kyle strode with steady steps to the Inn, smiling. He wasn’t technically a proper parent yet, but he loved being Aria’s dad! He was surprised by Aria’s request to set up a playdate with Orland, but he didn’t mind too much. As far as he could tell, Orland was a good kid, if somewhat cold and socially awkward.
He reached the Inn, stepping in. He sighed internally. This would be the hard part- he suspected Jake wouldn’t like this at all and would attempt to refuse.
Seeing the elf sitting at the table, he slid into the seat opposite to Jake- he hadn’t forgotten Jake’s attempt to murder him. Smiling warily, he spoke.
“Hey, Jake! How’s Orland?”
Jake didn’t look up from what he was doing and smoothly replied. “Hi, human! Go away.” He moved the pieces of apples in a pile to the side, deciding to cut them into smaller pieces. Big pieces of apple would retain their juice, and if Orland decided to eat this while reading a book, that wouldn’t have a very good ending. Smaller pieces wouldn’t make a mess though and wouldn’t make his fingers sticky either.
“Hold up. I’ll leave, but Aria wants to play with Orland and I thought I should check in with you first.” He looked curiously at the apples, but didn’t comment and instead focused his attention back on Jake.
Jake stopped for a moment, sticking the knife in the cutting board he was using then sent Kyle a glare. Why should he let his child go and interact with this human’s? What if they hug or something? It would be tragic. But Jake’s glare lessened as he reflected on the fact that his son was already friends with Aria, which meant in the future he must’ve seen some things differently.
He wouldn’t want to hold his son back, too. Jake looked back down at the fruit and continued cutting it as he replied. “They can play together for two hours. In the middle of town. But then Orland has to come back to finish studying.”