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Post by kryss on Aug 23, 2014 7:56:20 GMT
Sinsir: "I'd be glad to! Thank you so much," he took a small sip, savoring the flavor so he could really appreciate it. "It's very good!" he said, nodding. The cakey flavor seemed... right, somehow. "It seems very you." You can try some of mine, if you like." The sprinkle was still there, but he decided he hadn't given it enough time yet.
"Would you like to go over to the cafe? They have some delightful pastries and sweets I think you'll like."
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 23, 2014 8:03:31 GMT
Annice: "I would!" she said, leaning over and stealing a sip. It was very rich and full of spices that she was sure a growing(?) gingerbread man needed. She actually giggled a bit at the thought. "Yours is exactly you as well, I must say!"
"Absolutely! That sounds heavenly!" She followed him as he approached a stand with a cheerful elf standing at the ready to give them whatever they needed.
"Hello!" she said in a sing-song voice. "My name is Clementine! Can I help you find anything today-- oh! Mr. Dyn! How nice it is to see you! I suppose you would like your usual?" she asked, already reaching for the tongs.
Annice looked over at him with a wide, knowing smile. "A regular, eh?" she teased.
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Post by kryss on Aug 23, 2014 8:07:14 GMT
Sinsir: He cleared his throat, his smile suddenly turning awkward.
"Ahem. Hahaha! I have been here before, yes. It's a, uh, a common place. Many people come here!" He was glad for the moment that he couldn't sweat. He hoped he didn't look too nervous. He didn't want his secret getting out.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 23, 2014 8:10:43 GMT
Annice: "Oh, don't worry, I won't tell your father, if that's what you're scared of! I would never!" She giggled a bit into her hand as the kind elf plopped his 'usual' into a bag.
"And for you, miss?" she asked, clacking her tongs a couple times.
"Ooh!" she exclaimed, looking at all the labels. "Perhaps a cream cheese danish? And another one of Mr. Dyn's usuals, if you'd be so kind. I'd like to try it for myself." Clementine nodded and readied another bag, carefully setting the two things in. "Will that be all for you today?"
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Post by kryss on Aug 25, 2014 18:51:59 GMT
Sinsir: He laughed a little nervously.
"No really. Please don't. He'll call me a traitor. The last time he found out I was going to another baker I got Melys out of it, and now I can't really eat sugar cookies. I don't want to lose my favorite cookies."
Almost to illustrate, he pulled one out of the small bag in his hand. It was a perfect snickerdoodle, but it was also a thumbprint, with a Hershey's kiss peeping out from the middle. He took a bite, still side-eyeing her with a pleading look.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 25, 2014 19:20:23 GMT
Annice: After Sinsir paid, Annice eyed the cookie. Suddenly serious, she took hers out of her bag and took a bite out of it. She closed her eyes, contemplating. Actually, she decided, these wouldn't be that hard to make, but there is an extra something that does make them very good... She was already running through the recipes in her mind.
"I won't tell a soul," she said, still serious. After she took another couple bites, she replaced the cookie in her bag. She'd need that later. Looking around at the lights, she remembered suddenly that she hadn't seen the sun in a while. She stifled a yawn.
"How often do you come here for these cookies, anyway?" At his nervous look, she drew a cross over her heart. "I won't tell a soul. I am sworn to secrecy."
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Post by kryss on Aug 25, 2014 20:15:24 GMT
Sinsir: He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Um, ah, about... Once or twice a week." He admitted. Wanting to get away from the subject, he asked, "Would you like to see the gift shop?" He asked, leading her that way before she had time to answer completely.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 25, 2014 20:42:18 GMT
Annice: "Oh! That sounds lovely," she said brightly, allowing him to lead her there. She figured he was trying to distract her, but she couldn't understand why. It wasn't like she even had a reason to tell anyone, let alone wanting to. It made him nervous, so why would she ever?
The gift shop was filled with a vast expanse of anything cocoa related you could think of (including blends wrapped neatly and tied up with a bow in the signature candy stripes that so frequently appeared in the factory) and many things that weren't (such as teddy bears, some trading cards of a game that Annice recognized as the one Morgan played, and greeting cards). Several elves flitted around the shop, arranging, straightening, answering questions and setting up ladders to reach things on higher shelves, but it didn't feel crowded. Each person seemed to be allowed room to explore. It might have been magic, but Annice wasn't sure.
She gravitated toward a wall of candy canes and mugs, fascinated by all the different colors and designs. It was certainly colorful in Easter Village, there was no denying that, but Christmas Town's colors seemed so much deeper and rich. It was like seeing what was normally pops of color in big, bold statements. It was pleasing, though sometimes a bit loud to the eyes.
"Amazing. How does Mr. Kandi find the time to do everything he does?" she wondered aloud, not really expecting an answer. "Does he sleep?" She knew she wouldn't have time to run a factory with so many amenities and teach full time at a school, especially not at the Academy that was so much more high-maintenance than the University where you rarely had to punish anybody for anything or do anything other than teach and grade (and that was still a lot, at times!).
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Post by kryss on Aug 25, 2014 21:20:11 GMT
Sinsir: He followed behind her, smiling calmly again now that the subject of the other bakery was dropped. He watched as she examined the candy canes and followed behind her, taking one that matched her coat perfectly. Bubblegum, he thought, looking at the delicate pink color. He kept it as he wandered, drifting from her as they both examined the merchandise. He found himself in the clothing section. He usually didn't come here, as he didn't really need any of this, but he found his eyes drawn to a pair of white gloves. Her hands! He picked them up, examining them. At the wrist on each there was a small embroidery of a steaming cup of cocoa, with the calligraphic letters "CC" below it. He looked over and saw a row of scarves, all patterned like different candy cane flavors. He found a pink one, a little darker than her coat and the candy he had in his hand, but still a cheerful color. He picked it off the shelf and looked around, finding her by the snow globes.
"Are you ready to leave, or would you like to look around some more?"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 26, 2014 0:48:44 GMT
Annice: She smiled her warmest smile and nodded. "Yes, I'm finished myself." She understood without a shadow of a doubt that even if they stayed another hour she'd be happily occupied, but she could always come back. She imagined they probably would! They were the best of friends, after all.
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Post by kryss on Aug 26, 2014 18:05:27 GMT
Sinsir: he guided her over to the checkout, laying the items in his arms in front if the cashier elf.
"I noticed now cold you seemed to be," he explained as the items were rang up, "I hope you don't mind, your coat is lovely, but I thought you would like something for your hands." He picked up the candy cane that had just been rung through. He couldn't help by smile as he said, "And this I thought you might enjoy." After handed her the sweet he turned back and paid, gathering the other two items and turning to her. "Would you like to put them on before we go outside?"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 26, 2014 19:53:41 GMT
Annice: She was actually quite touched (and slightly embarrassed) by his thoughtfulness! Though she hadn't said a word about her hands in particular, he must have noticed them at some point and then gone out of his way to purchase some. He was quite the gentleman!
"Oh!" she breathed, pink flooding her cheeks as she did. "Thank you so much...! Really, that was very sweet of you."
Nodding, she picked up the scarf and wrapped it around her neck before slipping her fingers into the gloves. They were both very soft and the gloves fit her-- well, like gloves should! They were the perfect size. She imagined magic was involved, but even if it wasn't, it wasn't like she had weirdly sized or shaped hands.
"They're beautiful! And very soft. Again, thank you. Really!" She wasn't sure if he could tell she was half-thanking him for the thought, but it didn't matter- she was just very grateful.
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Post by kryss on Aug 26, 2014 20:19:37 GMT
Sinsir: He nodded, pleased. Twenty four to go.
Now that she was more properly dressed, he led her back out to the coach that was still waiting. A layer of snow had collected on the blanket covering the seats, but the elven driver simply reached back, grabbed a corner and flapped it, and the snow flew and scattered in a much too convieniant way to not be magic.
He once again mounted in first, turnin to help her up once they were settled he asked,
"Where would you like to go now? I believe the skating rink was the only thing left on the list." There were countless things to do in Christmas town, but skating was the last "tourist-y" thing. Cain had coined the term years back, when business at his factory boomed as people from other holidays came to take tours. The name had stuck, and got applied to anything an outsider would be especially fascinated by and drawn to.
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 26, 2014 20:30:54 GMT
Annice: Though slightly embarrassed about the fact she was about to probably make a fool of herself on ice, she nodded cheerfully.
"That sounds delightful! And I've kept you from your work (and my own) for quite some time now, so that sounds like a simply magical way to end our excursion, wouldn't you agree?" She grinned widely at him and hugged her bear again, positively elated to have made a friend that wasn't a child or a family member for the first time in longer than she'd readily admit.
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Post by kryss on Aug 26, 2014 21:34:35 GMT
Sinsir: He laughed a little. He had completely forgotten about their work.
"Well, most do realize an excursion to Christmas town is a day long event. But I agree. It sounds like a wonderful way to end the evening. He smiled back at her. With her bear, her coat, her scarf, and the look of elation on her face, she looked cuter than ever. He told the driver to take them to the skating rink and settled back, allowing her the entirety of the blanket again.
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