The Historical Accuracy Of Chocolate Chip Cookies
"Isn't it great? It's like we're in 'Lord of the Rings'!" Andrew was looking around the fair -- No, wait, the Faire, Xander reminded himself snarkily -- eagerly, his eyes widened to massive proportions. Frodo-ishly massive, since he'd brought the subject up in the first place.
"It's really not all that accurate," Willow said, looking pointedly at the stand where chocolate chip cookies were being sold. "I'm pretty sure they didn't have chocolate chip cookies in the Renaissance. I mean, they barely had chocolate, and mostly, it was the kind that you drank, not -- "
"No chocolate, Will. Got it."
Willow and Andrew looked at each other. "I think he's just cranky because his costume's too hot," Andrew said. Andrew (who was himself all got up in some kind of crazy prince-type ensemble) had dressed Xander up like some pirate guy, except nicer, less with the dirt and the grime and more with the nice fabrics and the bling. He had to admit, it looked good. But in the heat of early autumn in the mid-Atlantic (DC was the latest stop in the Finding All the New Slayers World Tour), looking good kinda blew.
"You grew up in southern California, Xander," Willow said.
"Yeah, but southern California is desert. Desert, as in dry. Desert, as in not humid."
Andrew shrugged. "It's not that bad. At least it's shady. Besides," he said shyly, taking Xander's (sweaty) hand in his own (also sweaty), "I -- I don't mind you all sweaty."
"Not like it smelled that great in the Renaissance anyway," Willow said. She and Kennedy were not in costume -- Willow's only concession was a light, peasant-type top made out of some kind of linen material. What did she know of his misery?
"Ooh!" Kennedy said. "Look, honey, swords!" She promptly dragged Willow off to look at the pointy sharp things.
"Hey, watch out!" Xander called after them. "You're not careful with those things, you'll put an eye out."
Willow looked back and rolled her eyes with a smile. Andrew, too, laughed. "You say that about everything," he said.
"Well, it's always true!" Xander answered, and led Andrew off. "Come on, let's go get some cookies before Willow can lecture us some more about how inaccurate they are."
"Cookies!" Andrew said. "One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of -- "
"Andrew?"
"Yeah?"
"If you do the Legolas impression, I'll hurt you."
Andrew twined his fingers in Xander's a little more tightly. "'Kay."