"Okay, and you have the list?" Elizabeth Daelle asks from the kitchen. She is currently talking to Kita through the food window. He'd previously been helping out where he's needed, due to it being a busy Friday lunch. However, then they ran out of a bunch of ingredients, so he's been tasked with going to the market.
"Yes." Kita reassures. The woman nods, turning back around to continue helping out the cooks.
"Alright, your father is outside getting Bermuda ready. Be safe!"
Kita gives her an acknowledgement, before turning and heading towards the back door of the kitchen. Bermuda is their horse, she's pure white, a telltale sign that she was a gift from the royal family. When Kita exits the pub, he finds his father exactly where his mom said he'd be. He's currently tying Bermuda to a wagon.
"Please for the love of god make this quick." The man says, looking exhausted. "That woman needs to calm down."
Kita hums, putting his bag in the wagon and mounting the horse. "You should tell her that."
He just gives Kita a deadpanned, unimpressed look. Kita smiles back.
"Ha ha." John Daelle responds blandly.
Kita shrugs, finding amusement in the situation. "Just an idea."
"A horrible idea," He says, staring to head back inside, clearly not in the mood to banter with Kita. "Now hurry before she changes the menu."
Kita does as asked, heading towards the local market with Bermuda, nearly empty wagon in tow. It's a beautiful day, if a bit cold, and he finds himself wanting to take his time. He loves the pub, but getting a break from the restaurant chaos always feels like a breath of fresh air. It's almost addictive.
The market is a good while away, in terms of vicinity to everything else. Despite Amarath being huge, you can usually find what you need within walking distance, due to it being laid out so well, so technically there is a closer option. However, his mother only accepts the most quality ingredients. So, he has to go to the one farther away, close to Sundew Farms and Lory's Ranch.
Upon arrival at the market, Kita hops off the horse, taking hold of the rein, and beginning to make his way between the stalls. He has the small bag of coins his mother gave him in his pocket, and the list in his hand. He basically just needs to get a lot of vegetables. They're out of limes, tomatoes, and most importantly: potatoes.
They cannot run out of potatoes. Their fries are important. This is part of the reason Kita's mother was so stressed.
Kita grabs all the smaller things first. He's not sure exactly how much they need, his mother was in a bit of a rush and didn't exactly go into detail. So, he basically just guesses and hopes for the best. This ends up being a mistake, because by the time he's buying what really matters, he comes up short.
He can't blame anyone but himself, since any person with common sense would've started with the potatoes. They're the most important thing he's getting, and they're also the only item on the list that he actually knows the amount needed. However, unfortunately, Kita didn't think that far ahead.
"Twenty," The lady says, staring at Kita in expectation. He nods, then pulls out the little knapsack that was given to him. Upon laying his eyes on the five coins in there, he realizes that he may have messed up.
He can't even hide it, looking back up at her with a bit of panic in his eyes. Oh no, he cannot return to the restaurant with any less than several pounds of potatoes, or his mother will probably disown him.
"Uhhhhh," Kita says, eyes wide, glancing between the woman and his coins. He starts feeling around his pockets for some money, before realizing he left it at the restaurant. Seriously? Sure, she was rushing him a lot, but really? How could he have not prepared for something like this happening? He's never exactly had the best of luck.
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VampireKita Daelle's life is fairly simple, spending his days helping his parents with their pub while trying to maintain a normal sleep schedule and care for his reckless best friend. Said best friend's life is far more interesting-it's hard to be boring...