“Oops!”
Tanaq cursed as he kept accidentally hitting his thumb when carving on the small stone in his lap. The stone which would be part of the betrothal necklace for Anon. Should they accept it. He hoped they did. He wanted it to be perfect, making up a design that would be perfect for them and had details for the both of them. If only he’d quit hitting his thumb.

He curses again, sticking his thumb in his mouth to dull the pain, his cousin, Ira watching in amusement. “Better not curse too much or that’s gonna seep into the stone, cousin,” he laughed, smile reaching up to his eyes. Tanaq glared at his older cousin but there was no venom in his gaze. Tanaq was too gentle to hurt a fly. “Yeah yeah,” he said under his breath, looking at the half carved piece in his lap.

The bell to the door of their shop opens up and in walks Anon, coming to visit on their lunch… early.

The stone is shoved into his pocket, lap leather and all as he stands quickly, face a little red. “Hey honey! You’re um… You’re early!” His grin is wide if not a little forced. He shoots Ira a warning glance when he hears him snicker behind his hand. “I’m so glad to see you. Ready for lunch?”