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If there was one thing that Sacha was learning at school it was that when he left his dorm, he met people. All the time. Running into others (sometimes literally) seemed to happen constantly. Yet here he was, outside his dorm room yet again. This morning he had gone all the way into town for ingredients, and then realized he had forgotten terrorgon. As soon as classes had let out he'd went back for the herb, and finally he was back on campus, the demon dorms in sight and he was getting closer with each step.

His stomach let out an unpleasant gurgle, and with a jolt he realized he hadn't eaten since he left the store. Reaching into one of his pockets he drew out a small plastic bag, a ribbon tied neatly around to keep it closed. That was ripped off easily enough, and within seconds he was munching on one of the spookies that had been in the bag. Baking wasn't his best method of cooking, but this batch had turned out pretty good. Still, he couldn't help but wish he still had some of the spookies his Mummy had given him when she dropped him off. He was probably going to have to call and ask for another care package soon.

Reflexively Sacha shoved the rest of the spookie in his mouth when he realized someone was veering toward him, so when the other boil stopped and asked him a question he was in the middle of trying to swallow down the last, slightly too large, bite. He managed it, swallowing again to try clear the remaining crumbs out of his mouth as he tried to figure the boil out.

From what he could tell, the other boil was legitimately interested, if the way his nose was crinkling was any indication. "Pumpkin crinkles" he answered simply enough. And simple was the key, the easy cake batter rolled into confectioner's sugar and then baked to give it it's unique crackled look. That was probably why these had turned out decently, if there was anything he knew how to bake it was cake, Antoinette liked it far too much for him to not have the basics under his belt.

Since the boil was actually interested (probably) and it was something that he could at least take some pride in Sacha decided to take things one step farther. "Do you want one?" he asked. Either way he would be happy. He liked having other people try his cooking, but having more food never seemed like a bad thing.

On one hand, the excitement for good food had Sacha smiling just slightly. Now here was a boil that understood what was up.

It took the flyers drawing to get an actual grin out of him, and he watched the other boil picking up his mess. Not once did it even cross his mind that he could actually offer to help, and even if he had thought about it he probably wouldn't have done anything.

"I'm Sacha," the demon answered. Tavi's name he tucked away for future reference. Actually another spookie sounded like a great idea, so he reached out a took a bite out of one of the other one. "Well, what do you think?" Not that he actually wanted to know, he already knew they were delicious. But a little bit of praise never hurt anyone. Or at least, it never hurt him. Then again people always had different taste buds, and for all he knew Tavi hated them.

Sacha couldn't help but watch to see how his spookies were received by the other boil. He was fairly confident with his other cooking, but baking was something he just had a bit more concern with. Concern that was apparently unwarranted if the hums that Tavi made. It was pleasing to hear, and Sacha grinned a bit, revealing shark like teeth.

Tag completely threw him off though. "I uh, don't really want to play," Sacha let him know. A game that actively involved running? No thank you. "A flyer? Really? Why would I trade a flyer for a spookie?" He held the spookies just a little bit closer, giving the boil a skeptical glance. "And I made them of course." Which was one of the few reasons that Sacha would actually share them. He knew he could whip up another batch if he needed to, and it wasn't like he was giving away spookies from his Mummy.

Despite all of that he couldn't help but feel a bit pleased at the reaction and aftermath.

Now that the flyer was infuriatingly out of reach he actually did want to know what was on it. He found himself reaching out, snatching at the flyer only to have it moved out of reach, and he was starting to debate giving in and just making the trade. "Fine, I'll trade," he groused. "But it better be something actually cool." He tried to make it sound like a threat, though how threatening he really was was up in the air.

The kitsune's grin was a bit alarming, and Sacha tried not to show his concern. Then his face morphed into a scowl, the look he gave Tavi positively affronted. "Only make spookies? Are you jacking kidding me? Of course I make more than spookies. Spookies are the tip of the iceberg." He drew himself up to his full (though still short) height, puffing out his chest slightly. "I come from a long line of chefs after all. I could make spookies on my own by the time I was six."

"Biscuits for minipets?" Sacha scoffed as he snatched up the flyer. "I could do that in my sleep. Just name the time and the place and your minipets will never want to eat anything other than my treats again."

Smug he started off toward his dorm room, glancing at the flyer as he did so and suddenly it all clicked into place. He as being manipulated. Tail lashing he turned to glance back at Tavi. It had been well done too. Still, if he was going to do this, he'd do it right. Those minipets wouldn't know what had hit them.