[ Before Rand can inquire about a sword — before he can ask for a weapon or craftsman of any kind (and, hey, he isn't a blacksmith, but—) — he is shaking his head at the notion of buying a doughnut. With his back to him, Amos has no reason to know who it is; when he turns, though — to head off somewhere else, surely; to refuse something else, surely — he gets a glimpse of his face. Everything else falls into place: the height, the build, the polite awkwardness that he's never been on the receiving end of.
And he's lived here for the better part of a year now; he does have the coin to spend. So, fuck it. Why not.
As Rand turns away, Amos emerges from the crowd to step up beside him, facing the baker with their wares. ]
Two, please.
[ Because Amos can get a doughnut for himself too, can't he?? And after he's handed over his coin, is waiting to receive two doughnuts in return, he turns his head in Rand's direction.
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And he's lived here for the better part of a year now; he does have the coin to spend. So, fuck it. Why not.
As Rand turns away, Amos emerges from the crowd to step up beside him, facing the baker with their wares. ]
Two, please.
[ Because Amos can get a doughnut for himself too, can't he?? And after he's handed over his coin, is waiting to receive two doughnuts in return, he turns his head in Rand's direction.
Conversationally, ] You changed your hair?