After blushing a thank-you, Beacon yipped as Nick began escorting him towards the sweetshop.
Eucio turned around in her silver-and-blue outfit, which resembled what we would think of as a more modest version of a French maid's costume, her big hazel eyes blinking at this man. She jumped as he handed her the empty tray. Immediately, she went into her scolding attitude. "Beacon!" She said, taking the tray. "You ate them all, didn't you?"
"Of course not," he replied coolly, "I made those. Why would I eat anything I made?"
Eucio gave him a dangerous look before listening to this strong man plead with her. "What?" Her question was a whisper. "Go to...?"
Beacon nodded, expecting the best answer.
"No." Beacon's face dropped. "Get back to work." Of course, she was kidding. She wanted Beacon to ask.
"Please?"
"No. I need you to go and--"
"--Oh, PLEASE!" He got on his knees and, playfully, took her hands in his, acting as if this were a life or death situation. Eucio giggled as he did so. "Please let me go with Nick to the festival! I--"
Eucio looked up at Nickolai. "--Nick? For how long have you known Nick?"
"Um...uhhhhhhhhhh...." Beacon's eyes darted about the room. "Ahh, for a while."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You're a terrible lia--"
"--Oh, PLEASE! Let me go to the festival with Nick! For the love of the sun, the stars, the moons, the heavens above, you'll let me go to the f--!"
Eucio stuck a small candy stick in his mouth, a wafer dipped in white chocolate. "Fine. Go ahead. Have fun for me, okay?"
Beacon stood and brushed his knees off, eating the candy stick quickly. "I will. Thank you, Eucio. You know you're the greatest, right?"
"Well, of course." She went behind the counter, rolling out more dough. "And don't flatter me--I hate being flattered unnecessarily. I already know I'm great."
"Sure, Miss Eucio." Beacon walked out, holding the door for Nick. This was odd. Already, he was going to be out and about with this guy? Oh, well...at least it gave him an excuse to take off work early.