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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat this much in one sitting before, Zatt.” Katooni says from where she is still eating her first bowl of soup, the way Zatt normally would be. “Are you okay?” She tacks on, an eyebrow raised. Zatt swallows his mouthful and nods.
“Yeah, it’s fine, but it’s almost time for Kol Nidre, and with that comes a twenty-four hour fast. I’m aiming to actually do the whole thing this year, so,” Zatt trails off, and gestures at his other two empty bowls of soup. The motion gets a snort of laughter out of his dinner partner, and that was what he was aiming for, so Zatt considers that a win.
“Wait, I thought tomorrow is called Yom Kippur,” Katooni responds, and there is a little bit of confusion and surprise blended together.
“It is. But the first part of Yom Kippur is the Kol Nidre, where instead of individually asking for forgiveness from those who have been wronged – which we still continue doing, by the way, but Kol Nidre is the evening[1] when the community asks for forgiveness from the Ocean Spirits for what we have done a community. Yom Kippur is the morning portions where we ask the Ocean Spirits for forgiveness for personal wrongdoings.”
“Oh. That makes sense I guess.” Katooni commented, taking another bite of her soup. Zatt does the same. “So, did you finish saying all of your apologies? You said last year it was important to apologize for wrongdoing before the start of the coming new year.” Katooni finishes her soup, and Zatt picks up his bowl and drains his.
“Oh, uh, almost. I still need to talk to Master Bant, but she’s been really busy down at the halls of healing all day, so I figure I can talk to her before the break fast dinner tomorrow night.” Zatt responds, placing credits on the table to pay the bill as Katooni grabs their discarded cloaks.
“I don’t suppose you’ll let me pay for my meal this time?” She asks him, a joking smile on her face.
“Nope. I picked the restaurant today, I pay. That’s just how it works. You can pay when you pick the restaurant.” Zatt responds with a joking smile.
“In that case,” Katooni responded as they exited the restaurant, “It looks like you still have about an hour until sunset, so let’s go for ice cream!” She takes off running through the marketplace.
“Wha- Katooni! Wait up!” Zatt cries as he chases her between the street of restaurants towards her favorite ice cream place.
“No can do, Zatt! Races wait for no one!” She calls back at him, earning her chuckles from those around them.
“When did this become a race?” Zatt called back, skidding to a stop beside her in front of the ice cream place.
“You’re missing our sparring session because going to be in prayer all day tomorrow, I’m just getting in competition while I can.” Katooni beams at him.