Hondo sat at one of the empty table just staring at a pecular pie that was offered to him. It wasn’t too late, a good few hours after dinner service, as he chose to study a bit in the great hall over the library or some of the common rooms. An elf offered him something sweet—a reward of sorts for his hard work but when he returned with a slice of rhubarb pie the poor boy was confused. Not wanting to be rude he poked his fork at it a bit before stopping someone who was passing.
—”Sorry, could you tell me what this is?” his eyes traced down to his plate.
Alt! (handsomethrowrug, who had imagined it was short for 'alternate‘?)