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WHO: Cyril and OPEN (starters for Pel, Sam, Iskandar, Anders, and Kirk - let me know if you want your own)
WHAT: In an effort to take his mind off certain people he's missing, Cyril sets up shop to sell his traps and puzzles again.
WHEN: Throughout the day
WHERE: The stall is in the Gallows, otherwise out and about.
NOTES: None yet

Taas was gone, reassigned to another place, and Merrick was spending more and more time away from him in the shadows of this city. Cyril wasn't lonely, but he missed them both. He had other people around him - friends, lovers, and family - but he was coming to realize that the spots where those people had been couldn't be filled with anyone else.

He still had Taas's dragon tooth, and that helped. He never took it off now and had put the silver ring he had stolen from Sam so long ago on the same rope around his neck. He still saw Merrick from time to time too, but the visits were becoming fewer and fewer.

Rather than dwell, he wanted to sell the items he once had in Skyhold's courtyard. The stall he has is small, but it shows a collection of puzzle boxes and traps that someone can buy for reasonable pricing. As people walk by he's playing with one of the boxes now, twisting them to show how they work.

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"It's nice. I've gotten used to having a room I share with Merrick so having one to myself is... interesting." At least he didn't have to be alone all of the time. There were a lot of men who came and went from his house that he enjoyed spending time with.

"I'm glad you're settling in," he nodded. "And if you need anything you know you can ask Sam and I, right?" he reminded him.

He cracked an egg against the skillet and dropped it into the pan, adding the toast on the other side.

"Do you like scrambled or sunny-side up, Cy?"

Cyril knew that, more than he knew most things. These men would good people.

"Surprise me," he replies to the question.

"That means no complaining when I give you your eggs," he said over his shoulder as he scooped out his own dish and cracked a new egg into the pan for Cy. He opted for scrambling, quickly whipping it with the fork he had and tossing on the bread for a quick sear. Scooping that out, he turned and went back to the table, setting it down.

"Order up!"

Cyril wasn't sure what 'order up' meant, but he couldn't help but enjoy how Kirk looked while he was cooking. "I would never complain about food someone else made me," he said lightly.

"Thank you, Kirk."

"You're welcome," he gave the other a warm smile and sat down at the table. "What are you up so early for though?" he asked as he dug into his meal. "Usually I'm the only one up quite this early."

"Oh... I'm used to it," Cyril admits a little sheepishly. "Back in the Clan, you have to be useful, so if someone wanted to spend time on something frivolous, like perfecting his kohl application, he'd have to find time to do it before anyone else started work. And now it's habit. I wake up early to start the beauty routine, but here... I felt as if it wouldn't be too terrible an idea to skip it in favor of breakfast."

It says a lot that he's not rushing to apply right now. He feels comfortable.

Kirk cocked his head to the side slightly, like a dog who had just heard a curious sort of sound and wasn't sure what to make of it.

"I think you look plenty beautiful without the kohl," he said with that painfully honest sincerity of his. His lips twitched into a grin. "But I am glad my eggs are enough to make you break habit for a morning."

Part of not having the makeup caked on his skin means it's easier to tell when a slight blush crept up in his skin. Usually he was so calm, the one who made other people blush - but having a compliment to his appearance when he's exposed and early flusters him just a bit.

"Perhaps I haven't broken the habit of being useful as easily," he comments after a moment. After all, cooking was as useful as anything.