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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:58 pm
She nodded at Riley repeating of 'fresh bread' having ignored his query into Kaleb's non-existent scar. This was one of those cases where she would rather pretend she was more in the know than he was, whether it was true or not.
The smile she gave the healer at his question was pure impishness. "Actually, I was on the way there for lunch myself. I've a mural I'm finishing up for Mr. Petrov and I like to advantage of his fare before I set to work."
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:15 pm
"Sounds like a good place for lunch then." He rolled his shoulders. "I can guess yer gonna come with us?" he looked at Relm over his shoulder as he turned toward the direction she'd pointed. He would have rather had a nice quiet lunch with Kaleb but he knew that if he told her to go away his partner would get mad at him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:21 pm
Kaleb smiled brightly, assuming his partner's question meant they could all have lunch together. It would be nice to have some friends to talk to, and it would have been rather disappointing to run into Relm and not have much time to catch up.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:38 pm
Catching something unspoken in the Turk's question Relm paused before replying. "More like you're coming with me." She said, perhaps a little too sweetly.
"I'd like the company." Relm added with an indifferent shrug. "Mr. Petrov is a dear old gentleman, but he's not comfortable with conversation after a while."
As they walked a red half U awning could be seen more clearly at the end of the block, the tall, thin building looking squished between two large department-type stores. In large white letters the awning said "кофе дом | пекарня | деликатесы" with "coffee house | bakery | delicatessen" in smaller white letters beneath it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:48 pm
He had to bite his tongue on a rather nasty response to Relm. Kaleb would have gotten really mad at him for it and he couldn't take Kaleb being mad at him. He'd probably be horribly cute mad like that.
Looking up at the sign he frowned. At least they'd put some english on the thing. "Most old men aren't exactally good for conversation after a while"
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:56 pm
Kaleb completely missed the slight opposition in his friends' exchange, which was probably for the best since it would have just made him anxious. He smiled up at Riley. "You just haven't met enough old men then." He worked with a lot of elderly people in his other part time job.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 7:43 pm
Kaleb's comment came at the perfect moment for the pictomancer was fighting back a very vivid retort in the defense of Ivan Petrov, whom she liked very much. But at the healer's words and smile she was able to calm herself enough to reply more civilly; even to smile. "He's just lonely, is all."
As they drew near, Relm sighed happily at the growing smells. It smelled like fresh made pastries, coffee, & hot tea. The front window was laden with loaves of bread, baskets of fresh coffee beans, teabags, & trays of pastries & other confectionaries. A small sign said "sandwiches & soups available upon request" held up above the breads with a small wire stand. Just beyond the display a couple of tables & booths could be seen against the wall. The walls all around the inside of the shop depicted a bustling day in St. Petersburg at this time of year, though obviously a work in progress. With a grin as if she knew something no one else did, Relm opened the door to the bright tinkling of silver bells.
A slightly plump, cheerful man stood behind the counter. Cheerful, but with an aura of sadness about him. Average height with broad shoulders and getting on in years, he was clean-shaven with his silver hair cut short in a simple, classic style. His hands were tough with years of baking & the white apron he wore bore the flour of his trade as well as a few darker marks probably from coffee or tea. He smiled broadly seeing the artist, then blinked at two audios he did not know. "Miss Relm! You brought priyatel! It pleases me to welcome you to my humble shop, tovarishs. But Miss Relm! where is your shchegol -your young man?"
That made the artist blush. "You know I don't bring Keme when I'm working, Mister Petrov. I ran into Kaleb & Riley on the way here." It was clear to any who knew her that Relm was dropping her use of nicknames for the aged gentleman. "Kaleb, Riley... I'd like you to meet Ivan Petrov."
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 8:12 pm
He eyed the bread in the window happily. He liked fresh stuff so a sandwich with that would be delicious. The place smelt good so the food had to be good. Maybe Relm's suggestion wouldn't be all that bad.
When Relm introduced him he nodded to the elder man. "Greetings." He wasn't sure how he should act. He wasn't exactally the most wonderful of conversationalists.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 8:23 pm
Kaleb couldn't help but smile at the atmosphere inside the restauraunt, and the delicious smell made his stomach grumble just a bit in anticipation. He wasn't near as awkward as Riley with the introduction though. "Pleased to meet you," he said in a cheerful voice.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 8:54 pm
"Da, Miss Relm. Of course." Ivan Petrov beamed, bobbing his head in greeting. "Pleased, young tovarishs. Now!" And here the man clapped his thick hands together loudly. "What can I get for you narods? Miss Relm?"
In her sweetest and most charming Relm smiled at the aged Russian. "I'd like the same as yesterday -if you've anymore of that sausage left, please. And a bowl of your soup too. What kind do you have today?"
"I've enough sausage to last the day. As for soup, I've only a bean-vegetable, with some potatoes thrown in." He answered with a wring of his apron as if disappointed in himself.
Relm waved her hand regally to show that it did not matter & smiled kindly. "I know it'll be wonderful."
Ivan grew quiet with the praise, then glanced at the two male audios for their orders. "Tovarishs?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:47 am
He sniffed and eyed the food trying to figure out what he wanted. "Sandwich of some sort .... whatever ya've got around." He wasn't all that picky about what he ate and it all smelt good so it all probably tasted good.
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:54 am
Kaleb smiled and fidgeted slightly when the shopowner glanced over at him, but at least he already knew what he wanted. "The soup sounds really nice, I-I'd like that, please." He didn't need to ask for anything else, even when he was most hungry he could only eat so much. Riley would probably poke at him about a snack or something later in the day though...
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:58 pm
Ivan grinned. "Da. Good. I will get them for you." Relm started for a booth, intending to usher the boys into one side so she could watch them both but the shopkeeper's voice stalled her. "Wait. Did either of you wish to have a drink? Miss Relm always gets the same thing..." He smiled at the artist & she blushed darkly. "I could bring you Black Russian tea as she gets, or nearly anything else." Of course he meant teas or coffees for the most part. There was no soda fountain to be seen anywhere.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 5:12 pm
"Mocah? Really sweet mocah." He grinned at the shop keeper as he headed for a table and a chair. He'd laugh if Kaleb asked for chocolate milk. Hopefully he'd ask for something normal and he wouldn't have to laugh and then either explain the laugh or get glared at.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 5:36 pm
Kaleb thought about it, bit his lip, and hesitated before answering. "Do you have chocolate milk?" He knew Riley would think it was weird, but he really did like the drink.
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