Rowan had never quite been much of a dancer (or, never had the opportunity), nor a fan of dress robes...

but he did love sweets. And there before him lay a table of them, seeming to sparkle before his eyes begging him to devour all of them. He told himself in his head to only take a few, but his hands weren’t following suit as he began piling a plate with all the treats that he could fit.

With his plate of food, barely balancing, he made his way to an empty sofa and plopped down. He stared at the sweets for a brief second, appearing as if he was admiring them. He didn’t care how odd it looked - he couldn’t help it, it had been ages since he had something this good... so, he dug in, not bothering to savor anything as he quickly went from cake to cookie.