[Jumja Stick Stand, Promenade]
"Here you two go." Arrun said with a smile to a pair of friendly ladies as he handed each a reddish glob of sweet sap. "What is this, some sort of confection?" said the vulcan lady of the pair. "Those are jumja sticks, a popular sweet treat of my people" Arrun interjected. "I gave you a lythan herb flavor and your friend um...straw..." Arrun mumbled after the Terran fruit, doing his best to avoid the name of a similar Bajoran fruit for the universal translator to pick up, which was really not the same.
"Strawberry, you mean, ya?" Said the human lady of of the pair.
"Yes, that's it! Strawberry, thank you." Arrun said with a nod and a smile. "I hope you both like it."
The vulcan rose her eyebrows at the glob on a stick. "Do I bite it?"
Arrun chuckled softly and shook his head. "No, you lick it. If you bite it you're more likely to get it stuck then actually chew anything off."
The pair licked at their globs and both winced a little. Arrun looked between the two, "Oh no! I didn't make it too sweet did I?"
The human giggled and smiled at him. "No, just surprising is all, right Sel'na?"
The vulcan looked to Arrun to say something as the human cleared her throat pointedly. The vulcan hesitated, nodded, and said, "It is...an interesting taste."
Arrun sighed with relief, "Oh good, well have a good day!"
"You too!" said the human of the pair as they walked away with their jumja sticks, experimentally licking them now and again.
The bajoran was unsure how much they really enjoyed them or if they were just being polite, but he was happy to continue handing out sticks to anyone who stopped by. His earring jangled as he looked down at the various shades of red on sticks, the shades reminding him of his old vestments. He was told he could do a sermon if he really wanted to, could even tell stories of the Prophets, maybe sing a folk tune. But, somehow, that seemed like a step back to his old life. He was going to be a starfleet officer soon, he was going to be expected not to launch into a sermon or evangelize the will of the Prophets to any who would listen. The will of the Prophets was made eerily clear, his path was with Starfleet and not as a priest.
"Excuse me! Two jumjas please, extra sweet!" Shouted a happy child with her somewhat bemused father holding her hand.
Arrun blinked a few times, shook his head and looked to the father and child. Broken out of his reverie, he put on his best smile and pulled two of his sweetest jumja sticks. "Here you go, two extra sweets!"