Keltan sighed as he walked into the great hall, still carrying the old shoebox. He hadn't found Cela yet, and he was about ready to give up and just keep the taffy for himself.

He plopped down at the Ravvie table, and set the box next to him. He looked up and down the table, looking for something yummy to eat. "Will you pass me those biscuits?" he asked, nodding to the person across from him - who was closer to the buscuits. ... "Cela! I found you!" he exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief. Finally found her!

Realizing that he probably sounded odd (or like a stalker, but whatever), he looked down at the shoebox full of taffy. "I have something for you. Um, something I was suppose to give to you." he looked down again, then grabbed the shoebox. In a very unpolite manner, he reached across the table to hand the girl the box. "It's from Plymouth." he said with a nod, then remembered the boy's reaction to the treats, and hoped that Cela wouldn't be the same way.