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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2016 10:43 pm
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Buttermint beamed as well as she could over the counter, leaning up on her tippy-hooves. "Oh, yes, miss! It was delicious, I wish I could cook as well as you!" Her eyes were bright and earnest, tail swaying with happy interest. "The fruit was so fresh and juicy and amazing! Do you grow your own? Do you use them in your desserts? What's your favorite thing here?" The filly was gushing, but it was easy for her to do when it came to goods and wares. It was what she wanted to do, in her own way.
"Do you own this place?" The curiosity of a youth was par for the course, but Mint had ulterior motives. If a pretty, talented mare like the one behind the cashier could be so successful, maybe she could, too!
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2016 11:16 pm
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She received the answers with great interest, mouth settled in a small 'o' of wonder. "Your husband is a very great cook! Please let him know I said so?" Buttermint turned her bright eyes over the counter displays and the menu, impressed by the scope of work -- and that it was a joint effort between husband, wife and siblings.
"That's so cool! My brothers and sisters - we'd make a bigger mess than anything." She grinned, not really embarrassed by the confession, but really - she'd probably be the one to do all the work, amidst her siblings vying for who was prettiest in the apron. Buttermint wiggled closer, whispering as if in conspiracy, "I want to own my own business." Righting herself again, she beamed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 9:16 pm
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"Thank you!" she chirped, grateful for both her praise to be passed on and the praise passed to her in turn. "I'll remember that, Miss! -- I should go back to my family though, before they get impatient."
Buttermint beamed a bright smile at Pink Lemonade, lifting her hoof in farewell. She'd remember the other's kindness and warm belief and somehow, try to share her own gift for it. "Keep up the great work, and have a fantastic day!"
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It would be nearly a week later before the minty foal returned, on her own this time, eyes bright and her tail very near bushy -- probably from galloping as fast as she could. A satchel hung was braided into her hair with all the clumsy effort that a child could muster, the likes of which knocked against her neck - and sometimes her temple - as she trotted to the counter.
"Hello! Miss? Or Mr. Chef?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 10:44 pm
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“Yeah, she’s,” Dude Food looked around, to where his mother was snapping a carrot in half, “kinda distracted.” His gaze slid back to Buttermint, still slowed by his nap and his gaze half-lidded. If there were any wheels turning in his head, they certainly weren’t going very fast at all.
“Gift... okay. Yeah, sure. Of course. Wait, is it food?” That perked him up a bit, eyes wide and hopeful.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 11:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 11:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 10:21 pm
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