How Green Becomes Wood

"And this is why you rank lower than your father," Daizi nodded.

"I believe your sister is why we do not travel," Dark answered, "Would you like to deal with putting her on a plane somewhere? But you can eat fish cheeks anytime I make masgouf, it is your choice not to do so."
 
"I didn't know it was possible to eat that part, and I never paid attention to what parts you were eating," Alec replied.

Xander waved a fork. "I thought you set it aside for fish stock or something. I didn't realize you were eating it."
 
"I'll try one, but with Mama's reaction, I think one will be enough," Alec said, grinning.

Xander looked at Dark and challenged him, "I'll eat the whole head - minus the bones - if you put your work in the art and music festival."
 
"Hadn't thought about it. I don't really see it as art, but I guess I could," Xander said with a shrug.

Alec perked up. "Are you really? That would be amazing! I'd love to see you do that."
 
"It is a craft, though," Dark pointed out, "You could sell at one of the dates."

Daizi nodded, "Ellis and I had been talking about it. She sings with a women's choir, and they had invited me to sing a song with them, but when we were talking about it... I don't know, we had some ideas for it, and some of the choir members are pretty excited for it. They're still going to get their expected performance, so it won't be getting in anybody's way."
 
"Sell anything? Absolutely not, you know that."

"There's going to be an indoor stage, for shows aimed at adults and no one under the age of 16, without parental permission, will be allowed in---for the sake of bands with mature lyrics, really---and we were talking about our show being there. We were talking about it being almost narrative, almost cabaret style," She said, smiling a little bit to herself. All of these ideas she had been telling Dark about extensively before they went to bed at night, "And that way, since there will be an inside stage, I can bring my harp there and I won't need to cart it back and forth all the time."
 
"It's one time, and you can put your own price, meaning you could spread the joy of your work for a dime each and get enough money to pay for your booth or whatever," Xander pointed out.

"That sounds great!" Alec said. "And we're old enough to get to go see it."
 
"You can take your carousel, Goose," Daizi said, lightly squeezing his arm with that hopeful look on her face he found difficult to say no to, "You built that one to be like a music box, so you can carry it."
 
Between the way his wife was holding his arm and his son was looking at him, Dark knew his willpower was only so strong. He turned his face away, but the corners of his lips just barely pulled upwards, "I will think about it," but the tone of his voice made it very clear he was thinking about what he would choose to delight them, and not about if he would do what they asked of him, regardless of what he wanted them to believe.
 
Alec cheered excitedly. "I can't wait to see what-all everyone does! Xander you have to put out some stuff, too."

"Fine," Xander said, drawing out the word. "I guess I could do that. What are you going to do, then?"

Alec thought about it. "I could do an art display or maybe a song."
 
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