Grinning, now excitedly instead of nervously, Marked's ears alternated between the two mares as he listened to everything they said, his eyes and hooves busy searching his saddle bags for his glasses and a, mostly, fresh notebook for jotting down some notes and what not for future reference. Finding what he was after, the stallion was distracted by Rainbow's repeating of his name, the pen he was sticking into his mouth hanging loosely as he blinked at her, "Y-yup," he said, briefly turning his body to show his cutie mark, "or at least that's what my cutie mark keeps telling me." When she said shed heard about one of his books, the stallion grew both excited and nervous, him excited to know if shed ever actually read it and nervous as to if shed liked or hated it. At her squee his thoughts were derailed, the pegasus spinning half way around, eyes darting about as he expected the mare to have possibly caught sight of another one of her friends, something that he probably wouldn't have been able to survive had it been true.

By the time he looked back the two mares were again in the middle of an exchange, Marked then sitting down and listening in as he scribbled a few things down on occasion. He was smiling around his pen almost the entire time, him enjoying what they were talking about even as they continuously pointed out details the other probably wanted to keep more quiet, Marked being heard quietly echoing things they said in a mutter such as "thought cloud was Cloudsdale" and "demolished own barn". The stallion, of course, began to have plenty of questions come to mind, all of which he wanted to ask at once, but he kept himself quiet as he let them continue on, waiting until enough of a pause to chime in a "little" himself.

"I heard about that Mare-Do-Well pony. Do either of you know what actually happened to her? From what I've gathered she just kind of dropped off the grid after that short time. Also, you bucked a dragon? Woah! Why? How? Did you get close enough I mean." He turned his attention to Applejack now, him appearing to be trying to stifle a small chuckle, "Is... Is that the secret to why your apples are so good? I've heard that talking to plants makes them healthier but... And you almost started a war? Was this before or after the barn incident?"

Snorting distastefully at now the second mention of the Mysterious Mare-Do-Well, Rainbow Dash opted to remove herself from behind the stand and return to her original spot near Marked Twine, but not before lightly flicking Applejack's snout with the tip or her tail. The Pegasus held some sort of vendetta against that name, and she knew Applejack was using it to her advantage. Granted, Rainbow Dash had come to terms that she deserved what had happened that day, but it didn't mean that it bothered her any less. In fact, what bothered her even more was that she couldn't think of something to level the playing field. "Yeeeeaaahhh yeahhhh...," she finally replied, almost defeated by the mere idea. "The Mysterious Mare entrusted Ponyville's protection to us. And in that case, I'm sure she won't be needed any time soon." Dash glared at AJ as she spoke, although the orange mare never turned to face her. It would be in her best interest to drop the subject all-together...

Dash flopped on the ground and rolled over on her back, stretching rather loudly before she tucked her fore-hooves behind her head and then crossed her hind legs. "You know, I'm not sure how you expect me to believe that you and your family coo at every tree in that massive orchard of yours like you did for... Bloombug or whatever... But you know what? I'm not even going to question it. Your cider more than speaks for itself." Dash then turns her cerise gaze upward to Marked, looking at him upside-down from her position laying on the ground. "Well, AJ, I've only read The Mare From Shallow Waters, and it was totally awesome. It was action-y adventure-y, kinda like Daring Do. Maaayybe a little creepy, but I wasn't scared, of course. Full of plot twists, one right after another, like the mansion chapter or who the mare REALLY was! Ugh! Just as I thought I knew what was going on, WHAM! Another curveball! I mean, who would have expected Derrick Shore to be a double-double agent!?" The Pegasus continued to ramble, using her her hooves to express a multitude of gestures as she described various events in the book. She eventually slowed to a stop once she realized what she was doing and glanced back up at Marked with a nervous chuckle. "I... uh... Sorry... I get carried away sometimes."

Tired of her current position, Rainbow Dash rolled lazily back on her hooves and dusted herself off a bit, taking small a moment to study the steady line. "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed, suddenly shooting into the air. She disappeared for a second or two at the most before returning with a conveniently sized cloud, allowing it to rest just a few inches from the ground before flopping on top of it and adjusted herself accordingly. "Ah, that's soooooo much better than the ground. Now... Where were we... Oh, yes! The dragon! Well, you see, getting close wasn't a problem at all thanks to my awesome ninja skills. We were trying to get it to move from its lair because smog was drifting down into Ponyville. I dunno if you've ever seen dragon smog, pal, but it's not pretty. Now, would you believe that this dragon had the gall to ignore us? I mean, we tried to ask it nicely, but as soon as things got violent, I bucked it right in the mouth. POW! Right in the kisser! That dragon didn't even know what hit it! Of course, that only made it really angry... Believe it or not, Fluttershy, of all ponies, managed to tame it and convince it to move... But not before an all out battle royale with fire, claws, and fangs." Rainbow Dash smiled once more, knowing full well that her setup was going to be torn down by Miss Honesty... At least she made it sound cooler...

"And what about that barn, AJ? It must have been pretty bad if it's something you won't even talk about... At least you got a shiny new one out of it, if that's any consolation."

Well, apparently by Rainbow's standards, the only book she read was incredibly good. Which, considering her affinity for Daring Do, counted for at least something. Though Applejack wondered briefly just how much of the book she was playing up. Ah, who gave a hoot? Rainbow liked it, and she got the chance to talk to the author then and there; Applejack didn't need to rain on her parade by getting her to stop embellishing. Of course, what followed was a conversation that Applejack couldn't follow since she knew nothing about the book, so she just contented herself with focusing on her work for the moment. She'd been fully prepared to sell all of her treats and converse with only the few talkative ponies that got in line.

As such, she barely noticed when Marked went on to respond to her question about his talent. She caught on only after he mentioned creative dry spells, making her realize that he was addressing her. A light, playful grin crossed her lips when he mentioned the attempt at the romance novel he'd written. Interesting. Maybe she could look into that to see if it was really as 'eh' as he was saying. Plus maybe she could make Rainbow groan in disgust with her asking about it.

Then, as Rainbow began talking about what happened with the dragon with her own 'special twist', Applejack rolled her eyes again, wondering just what she hoped to gain by 'enhancing' the truth like that. She was caught off-guard by Rainbow's question about the barn however, earning a wince as she thought maybe she'd gotten off free with avoiding that subject... But apparently Rainbow had actually been paying attention for once. "What about the barn? It's in the past, an' all o' that helped me learn a valuable lesson... an' saved the family reunion. So everythin' worked out.

"Oh, an' there weren't no 'battle royale' with fire an' fangs an' such, Marked. Most of us had one shot at tryin'a get the dragon outta the cave; it just so happened Rainbow's brashness ended with her literally roared outta his cave." She giggled for a moment as she thought about something. "Heck, it's 'cause o' her kickin' him that he tried ta come outta his cave an' attack us. If it weren't fer Fluttershy, we'd prolly be dead right now. Believe it or not, the puff o' smoke he blew at us was enough ta make us shatter the rock he sent us flyin' against. It's a wonder we came back home without any broken bones after that. Shoot, Ah tell you what though, Fluttershy sure was scary as all get out when she started yellin' at him. First time Ah've ever seen a dragon cry. Didn't even think it was possible before that."

She grinned for a moment or two longer as she recounted what had happened then before continuing. "So, Marked, what's this romance novel ya mentioned a few moments ago? What's it called? Ah reckon with somepony who wrote somethin' so unpredictable as what Rainbow described, this romance novel o' yers has gotta be perty interestin' too. Ah've been lookin' fer a few new books ta read when Ah cain't go out an' work on mah farm."

Marked looked slightly disappointed when Applejack cleared up that no epic battle had in fact taken place between the mares and the dragon, his ears drooping slightly as his already formed mental image of them facing the giant creature in a contest of strategy and strength was shattered. Oh well, his ears didn't stay droopy for long as they immediately picked back up and tried as hard as they could to hear every little detail the farmpony gave, him nodding then having his eyes widen a bit at the mention of the dragons puff of smoke and roar being enough to send them flying. Suddenly the stallion was very glad his earlier idea of them fighting the beast was inaccurate, despite Rainbows continued confidence in their ability to hold their own against it, since the dragons breath seemed to be a dangerous force on its own.

"Shattered the rock? By... throwing you against it using only its breath?" He echoed in disbelief, now wondering if the mares were made out of steel. He gave Rainbow an unsure glance at their chances in light of this information, but her confidence was contagious and his admiration for them convinced him that, after facing down such powerful beings as the Spirit of Chaos himself, if they really needed to they could probably find a way to get the upper hoof on anything, including dragons, if they put their minds to it. As such his unsure look turned into another grin being worn by a fan as he nodded at the pegasus in agreement. "Wow, Fluttershy sounds really brave. Funny, I've only ever heard about how she's supposed to he quiet and kind. Never thought for a second I'd ever hear about her making a full grown dragon cry... What's 'the stare' thing you mentioned?"

Rainbow, going on to again remind Applejack of her barn, didn't seem like she was going to be giving up on this now obvious attempts to push buttons, Marked only growing more and more curious with what happened every time it was brought up. "So, was the barn knocked down by something, or..." He began to ask but quickly abandoned, not knowing if it was actually a toy by subject or not and being worried that he may offend the mare by pressing, especially after shed blatantly said that it was "in the past". Still, while his own questions on the subject were being quieted with a biting of his tongue, the writer did keep his ears open for any response to Rainbow's own attempts to dig for info. Especially at the accusation of being scared. Marked needed to raise a hoof to his mouth to try and hide his soft amused chuckle as the farmponys response to the provocation was to give a cross look then conveniantly become suddenly busy with her customers in what Marked suspected may have just been an excuse to avoid the subject further.

The interest in his romance novel brought another, albeit lighter, blush to his cheeks accompanied by a bashful smile, him again finding his eyes be drawn to his hooves and the ground they rested on. That had been an odd choice of genre for him to suddenly take interest in back then he'd admit, his adventure novels on occasion having romance as a subplot but never being the full on focus or driving point of the story. "Well, its just, you know, I was kinda, well... I guess I was just in a romantic mood and just put pen to paper. It's not, you know, fantastic compared to those more experienced of course, but I've been told its not too bad..." Ugh, stupid! Or so Marked told himself, realizing that he'd been rambling over his nervousness of Applejack reading his book instead of just giving the title as shed asked. "Heh... Sorry... The title is 'A Rush of Wings' and-"

Cut off by Rainbows apparant disinterest in the genre, and seeing how Applejack really was becoming distracted by her customers now to the point of being unable to comfortably chat much more, Marked was asked to instead tell them of his horror story, the shyness from earlier going away as he felt more confident with this one. "Well, that ones called 'Frigida Obscura', and its about a team of archeologists going to investigate a newly discovered and ancient ruined city within the jungles of Zebrica and... well... I'd be giving things away if I said anything more. A thing to note with that story is that its heavily based off of something that really happened a few years ago. Lots of research went into it." Marked added with a proud smile and small nod.

At her explanation on the predicted predictions prediction, Marked returned her sagely nod with one of understanding, everything shed just said making perfect sense to him. "The science-fiction story, of course, takes place waaaaay in the future," he continued, "when we've got all kind of crazy gadgets and medical advances. It follows a stallion named Thatcher, which is also the title of the book, who was a part of a project to try and create the perfect pony, but he was only one of five test subjects and was denied the enhancements made to the others through body and mind augmentation. Basically, he's as good as a pony can naturally be at everything, and the book is about his adventures in that futuristic world." He paused and tapped his chin with a hoof, him realizing he should probably get back to his working on the books sequel... and that he might have been rambling again...

"Of course, compared to what you and your friends have done, these are probably all tame and boring. I mean, you guys faced Nightmare Moon, Discord, King Sombra, saved Ponyville countless times... Nothing I can come up with would ever be able to compare to that. Have either of you ever thought about writing an autobiography? I bet they would be amazing!"

A glance back at Applejack showed that the mare was only becoming increasingly busy, the queue that had formed growing into a moderate, but rather eager and "mostly" straight, line with a few individuals leaning or side stepping out further to try and see their promised treats before quickly taking back their spots and eyeing those who would try to cut past them. Pony after pony were served, them munching away on their newly obtained and delicious morsels as they dumped their bits then walked away with difficulty keeping their eyes open above their chubby smiles, but even still the line only seemed to be growing as more ponies noticed what was being sold. Still, things seemed to be running smoothly with the flow of satisfied customers being steady and keeping the gathering from stretching around the street corner, something every one of these ponies would have most likely claimed was worth it had they been forced to wait such a spell.

"She can get angry too?" Marked asked after a small roll of his eyes at the reference, though he smiled in amusement all the same, "I never would have guessed... Huh... Guess I barely knew anything about her. Or that that kind of info isn't widely known to most since it seems that today is just full of all kinds of new information about the Bearer of Kindness." He'd never met Fluttershy, not even recalling a time where he'd seen that particular mare out in town since her more secluded home, similar to his own actually, meant that chance meetings weren't very likely. This meant that Marked wasn't exactly an expert to consult when it came to the true personalities of the Bearers, only ever having had the courage to do research and pick up bits and pieces from them and never to speak to them personally... well, until today at least... Suddenly he felt nervous again just being around these two mares...

Smiling, a little forcefully now as his earlier difficulties when talking to an important pony he personally admired resurfaced briefly, Marked nodded at the comment over his horror story. "Yup," he said, speaking with a small hint of pride over the work he'd done to keep things as faithful to real events as he dared for his book, "a lot of reading and letter tag went into that one. The expedition was also led by a unicorn who traveled down that way, so it wasn't as difficult as it could have been for me to do my research, though I do still remember some pretty late night's reading and trying to figure out who to talk to next." At the mention of how she planned on picking up not only this book,  it his science fiction one as well, Marked's forced smile only became a little more forced as the nervousness he'd thought he'd gotten over previously returned, worry of whether she would enjoy his stories springing back into his mind, especially with these two novels as they strayed away from his comfort zone of adventure and tried something new to widen his range.

"W-well, you know, I-its okay if you p-put those two off for a little w-while," he stuttured, rubbing the back of his neck out of anxiety and having his eyes wander and avoid direct eye contact with the speedy mare, "I'm sure you've got p-plenty of other b-books lined up to read anyway, s-so you don't have to try and f-fit mine in if you d-don't want to..." Marked still wholeheartedly disagreed when Rainbow moved on to claim his writing wasn't tame and boring when compared to what she had done in real life. Of course it didn't seem as incredible to her after having lived it, but if you were to put any of her and her friends adventures down on paper then publish it, Marked was confident it would quickly become an all time best seller.

Rainbows mention of writing her own- wait! She's writing her own book!? Marked nervousness vanished as a hearty grin broadened his features, him actually leaning forward with interest now as his ears perked up and swiveled to focus better on her, him not wanting to miss a single detail about this. "Oh! Oh! What's it about? What genre? How long do you plan to make it? Who's the main character? How long have you been working on it? Do you need a proof rea-" he cut himself off there for two reasons, one because he was rambling again, and two, because he was blushing at his sudden and unexpected bravery in nearly asking if he could help the mare with her work by being allowed to read it early. Okay, well, maybe he just really really wanted to read it early, but they'd still both benefit, right? ... Okay, well, he wasn't going to actually ask since shed probably just say no anyway, so instead the writer just clamped his mouth shut for a few seconds to prevent anymore excited blabbering. "You know," he started up again with an attempt at playfulness, wanting to make things less weird and fix whatever problems his constant nervous behavior may have caused, "if an autobiography would indeed be too awesome for any publisher to take on, you could try publishing it yourself? If the world is truly prepared for so much awesome that is..."

A stallion with a slice of pie balanced on a napkin on his hoof attempted to eat and walk at the same time as he left Applejack's stand, but didn't want to bother with trying to multitask his attention as his senses mostly revolved around the dessert he carried and not where he was going, him ending up bumping into and smearing pie filling onto the shoulder of the writer whom had been nodding along with Rainbow's words. Marked looked over at his now messy shoulder, the smell of the filling being pleasant on its own, but the fact that it was now probably going to make his shoulder sticky causing him to frown a little and wave off the stallions muffled apology with a simple "don't worry about it." Oh... And then there's how this had happened to him right in front of Rainbow... Marked cheeks heated up from embarrassment, him doing his best to use his own already dirty napkin to try and clean himself off while hoping to swipe a few fresh ones from AJ's cart once she was less swamped.

Alright, now he had to try and think of a way to meet Fluttershy.  She apologized at the same time as she scolded ponies? And it still works? From what he was learning, she was either a master at persuading others, or that soft gentle mare he'd heard so much about had a really intimidating tone when upset. There was also that "stare" thing they'd mentioned... Whatever that was must have played a part as well... Also, of course the name "Discord" rung a bell! He'd even mentioned him earlier himself, and he had indeed heard about how the Spirit of Chaos was reformed by the Bearers. However, Marked had never been clear on the details, him always having assumed that Discord had been put under some strict rules or some such with some kind of magical restraints set in place. He'd never guessed that Fluttershy had been able to lake him turn over a new leaf simply out of being nice to him. Marked ears had begun to pin back as Rainbow raised her voice, him worried the subject may possibly cause her to go off on some kind of rant... or drop the conversation all together, neither being something Marked was very eager to see happening. Despite all his nervousness, he was loving this unexpected opportunity to get speak with and get to know these mares.

Moving on as the rainbow named pony shrugged off her own anger, much to Marked's relief, she both gave down news he wasn't overly excited hearing and then mentioned something he wasn't entirely happy about. First, her reading schedule was open for his books to be next, this causing his nervous excitement to return as he worried whether she would enjoy his works or not. And then she mentioned the newest Daring Do novel... "I haven't had the chance to pick it up yet. The last one was fantastic though, so I'm sure this new one will be good as well..." Really good, actually. A.K. Yearling was a pony Marked was both a big fan of... and kind of jealous of at the same time. Her writing always somehow managed to have such incredibly vivid detail, almost as if what she was writing had not only actually happened, but also been witnessed by her first hoof. He'd squee if he ever got her autograph, but he'd also scuff his hoof into the dirt if ever his own books were compared to hers, the inevitable conclusion of the latter's superiority being something he'd rather not think about. Again.

Marked's momentary lapse of enthusiasm was remedied when his ears perked up as Rainbow went on to describe her own book, the stallion grinning again as he eagerly listened for any details he may be lucky enough to hear. Yearling was Dash's favorite author if Marked had to guess, him probably admitting to her being his as well when in private with those he trusted with his life, but at least that meant shed chosen a good writer to be inspired by. Progress has been minimal for the mares work it seemed, not entirely surprising given how she was often out saving the country or some such, but the idea itself... Well, since Marked paid close enough attention to the Element Bearers for the event of one of them writing a book to be noticed by him, he could only assume that this was Rainbow's first, with the relatively simplistic of idea of self inserting herself into the role of the main protagonist to write out fantastical journeys across the country sounding, at this point at least, kind of on the fence when it came to success. An experienced author could pull off a story where they were the hero, and a few ponies make it their living to write such stories and pretend that they were non-fictional re-tellings of true events, but somepony new to writing could easily make it such a story a bit... silly. Maybe a little ridiculous even. And given how Rainbow seemed to view herself...

He could be completely wrong, and he hoped he was as he'd love for the mare's book to be amazing, but he felt that the possibility of the book playing up and focusing on just how 'awesome' Dash was could be viewed as pretty likely. "Y-you know," Marked began nervously, again having his mind jump back to an earlier question he'd cut himself off from asking, "if you ever needed a h-hoof with your story, I could give some advice whenever you might n-need it? Maybe be a pony to bounce ideas off of? My special talent is in this kind of business after all, s-so maybe I-I could help?" So... Now he had a few things running through his mind. One, was he asking because he really did want to help her? Seemed likely, Marked liked helping ponies, and with his experience and talent in storytelling he figured he'd do pretty okay when it came to helping out with Rainbow's own attempt at a book. Two, did he just want to find a way to get extra details on this new book early on? Much less likely... buuuut he wouldn't exactly mind getting some insider knowledge. Three, was he just asking so he could have an excuse to be able to approach and talk to Rainbow again? ... Maybe. This current talk was a surprise for him, but, as he'd noted earlier, he was loving every second of it. Silly nervous stuttering, flattered blushing and all. An excuse to speak with a mare he was a fan of, instead of nervously wander off at the sight of her, would be pretty nice...

"Oh, could you?" He asked, moving on to her offer to help with the pie mess he was still trying to get out of his coat, "I'd really appreciate it. Though, at the warning of getting wet, I'm pretty sure I can guess where this is going..." He said with a small chuckle, eyeing the cloud Rainbow was resting on before stuffing whatever writing materials he still had into his saddle bags and lightly tossing them to the side to avoid having them get ruined by any... unexpected showers. "I don't mind a little water, and it would definitely beat getting my hooves all sticky from this mess then dirty from the ground, so give me your best shot!"

Marked rolled his eyes at himself when Rainbow pointed out his falling back onto his nervous stuttering. He was stuttering. Of course he was stuttering. He'd be more surprised if he managed to not stutter right now. He then looked a little unsure at her question as he wasn't entirely certain if she was joking or really asking, him not really knowing given how she behaved. No, no, it was a rhetorical question, of course it was rhetorical. Marked shook off the silly thought of actually answering her, something he'd actually been prepared to and nearly did do as he instead tried to relax at her assuring that he was among friendlies.

The next thing she said though was... unexpected. Great, yeah! But... really unexpected. Given her attitude and who she is, Marked had been expecting Rainbow to brush off his offer to help with her book, not really thinking she would believe she would need help from somepony like him. But no, she actually wanted his help! So, after grinning like an idiot for a second, Marked then tried to process the idea of meeting her somewhere to discuss her book. And... Blank. Nothing was coming to mind at that moment, the writer's brain still trying to figure out if this was all some kind of incredibly lucid dream he was having. Any moment now he'd start waking up, right after he looked down and realized he'd been naked this whole time, that being something that would have been preeetty weird. He always wore hoodies when it was this cold out.

He put the question of where they would meet to discuss her book, something he still wasn't entirely convinced was an actual thing that was happening, to the side for now as the brief moment where Rainbow locked her eyes onto his Marked felt a slight tinge of worry about what she was about to do, her instructions to not move not helping much as he wasn't left with much time to even process the words and even less time to attempt to open his mouth to request a moment to think about things. By the time he'd taken a breath to speak Rainbow was already off, the speedy mare returning immediately after take off with water trailing behind her in the air. It was something rather beautiful to see really, the liquid behind her being pulled through the air and reflecting the colors of the rainbow streak she seemed to leave behind whenever she dashed away, not that Marked had very long to see it though, the brief glimpse he'd caught of the water being ended when he got a much more... hydrated view of things.

The writer gave a small surprised gasp as the water hit him, the chilly day around him not complimenting things very well as he was fully soaked down to the bone, him staying stuck in place not because he was following Rainbow's instructions but because the sudden dowsing froze him to his spot, locking his muscles up as he gritted his teeth and tried not take in any more water into his mouth and lungs than his gasp had already allowed. This lock up of his body was still I'm affect when Rainbow quickly followed up her delivery of water with flying circles around him, this again probably being something pretty to see for those outside of it watching though, also again, this was missed by the writer as his eyes had screwed tightly shut from moments before and refused to open yet, the writer only catching the very end of the display when he chanced cracking open an eyelid and saw the vortex shed created around his start die down before dissipating.

Once things were finished, Marked took a large and audible gasp of air, the pony only now noticing that he'd been holding his breath as he then fell back into a sitting position and tried to catch his breath. His breathing, slowing as he consumed the oxygen his body was telling itself it desperately needed, began to pick back up however when he remembered his bag that he knew he hadn't tossed far enough away to avoid his sudden bath. He had notebooks in there! Hos pens! His glasses! He glanced around, in a slight panic for his belongings before finding them being held by Rainbow, the mare lowering them back the ground safely and eliciting a relieved sigh from the writer.

"That..." ...scared me out of my wits. Could have ruined my things. Would have been easier had you given a better warning. Could have ruined Applejack's stall.... "... was pretty awesome." He ultimately decided on, that really being the most prevalent of his thoughts on the matter as what little he'd seen had been pretty darn cool to witness. Seeing that his bag and its contents were fine, Marked turned his attention to his shoulder, the now quite clean, and thankfully completely lacking in stickiness, hoodie he wore now being almost good as new. Maybe a little bit damp under his legs, but nothing a short walk wouldn't take care of, even in this chill.

"And it certainly got the job done." He announced happily, looking back to Rainbow and shining a smile her way as he felt hos mane with a hoof to check for any wet spots. "What was it you called that again? A 'Rainbow dry'? How often do you get to use that on ponies?" He laughed a little, picturing the mare sitting on a cloud and lying in wait for somepony to make some kind of mess of themselves so she could swoop down with an express bath. Marked coughed a bit, a few remnants of the water that had been able to dig its way down his throat earlier tickling him as he looked around st the other ponies he now was noticing were staring at them after Rainbows stunt. He chuckled nervously for a moment, then stood up and walked over to his bag to pick it up. "I don't really have any preferences for where we can meet to talk about your book," he said, speaking a bit quieter and calling back to the earlier talk of assisting her, "maybe we can just use the cafe? Or, if it gets warmer soon, use the park? Really anywhere is fine with me, so whatever is more convenient for you. And doesn't involve clouds obviously." Blegh. Marked kinda felt silly for just reflecting Rainbow's leaving the choice up to him back at her, but he really didn't mind where they met up and, probably still put of being kind of amazed of was even going to happen, would have liked her to choose somewhere she liked for it. Might even help her think too should she choose somewhere familiar, which would definitely aid the creative process.