Maxim had been home for a mere week and was already bored of his surroundings. There wasn't nearly enough to read that involved subjects he was interested in, or so he grew bored rather quickly with the local library. His sister was enough to drive him mad, though we shan't name which but we all know who she is, reader. He rarely ever left the Ennington abode since his return from school and decided that it was time to do so. So he decided to go to market and look for some trinket or another to give to his sisters, or perhaps something else altogether.

He stopped at one stall in particular that sold street food. Cornish Pasties? Delicious. He paid the woman and then devoured one as he walked through the crowd. He ignored the giggles off to one side when a pair of younger girls made such noise, honestly bored with them too. He didn't really care to be handsome, he just wanted to be around people with much more on their mind than the latest fashion, who is the most eligible bachelor and the latest push in the marriage mart to see whom was marrying whom and whom would be confirmed bachelors or spinsters. All of this thought process happened in the two moments of chewing upon flaky pastry.

Max finished the second one in no time at all, then he tucked away the two into the paper sack they'd been put in, and went on his merry way to the trinkets and baubles he saw off in the distance. Tucking the bag away into the messenger bag he carried, he then put his hands behind his back and looked... you guessed it... boredly at baubles.