.//Lady sing the blues so well

Myles Jones was feeling lucky.

It was his day off, he had a little extra money this week, and it was a beautiful evening. He felt he deserved a treat. After all, he hardly ever had the money to afford a frivolous pastry on the way home, but right now there were five dollars sitting tantalizingly in his pocket...

Of course, those five dollars could buy him soap or some such thing, but he was sure that if he just hung around the theatre a lot, one of his friends would crumble and give him some before he got TOO smelly. Plus, he wasn't THAT broke, not yet anyway, not this month.

There were a few bakeries on the street. He waved his finger at them. "Eenie, meenie... Moon Cake, eh? Poetic little name. Poetic little shop, for that matter." He strolled in, the sweet scent of baked goods hitting him as he opened the door. What to buy? Biscotti? Cake? Muffins? "Ladyfingers, eh?" he said, pressing his face to the display. Ladyfingers. Well, they did say Luck was a lady, after all... He wanted to keep floating on air all day, and he figured he owed Luck some sort of nod of acknowledgement. "Pardon me, Sir." he said to the figure behind the counter. "Ladyfingers, if you would be so kind." Paying, he grabbed the bag and left.

When he got home, he peered inside the bag. There were ladyfingers and... A music box? Maybe it was some sort of special giveaway. He wound it up and listened. "Mmm, Vivaldi, maybe." he said at the energetic tune. Humming, he nibbled on a pastry. It was his lucky day.