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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:05 pm
"They're very good, yes! Here ya go!" She held one of the still warm pastry's out at arms length, smiling with her eyes closed. "I must admit, it's sort of cold out here! I'm going to go back into my ship and try and fix the cake that fell when I crashed here. You look cold, too! Why don't you come aboard! There's enough room for both of us!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:08 pm
Roufetta took the pastry and tried it. Whatever chocolate and cream filling were, they tasted even better than what Asasdjh made for dessert. And cake didn't sound bad either.
"I am a bit chilly. Thank you."
She followed the pastry-woman inside and decided that constantly referring to her as the pastry-woman was getting annoying.
"What is your name?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:09 pm
"OH! You can call me Rosie!" The pastry woman chirped in reply, clearing some clean mixing bowls and a hand-blender off a chair inside. "There ya go, have a seat! Say... if this is your place, why are you standing outside? It's really cold!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:14 pm
Roufetta caustiously sat on the chair, smoothing her skirt and trying to brush off any flour that might have remained.
"Well Rosie," she said, emphasizing the woman's name, "This is really my father's estate. You see, I ran away from him at the de Nandemonai's and ended up on the General Derelict's ship and what sent here by roxcore."
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:18 pm
She stared at the other girl, nodding from time to time as she spoke.
"I... see. I see I see." She said, tilting her head to the side. "Hmmm... Why did you run away from him, if I might ask?" She busied herself mixing up another cake. The fallen one was sitting on the top of her 'oven' which looked a little like the ship's engine.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:21 pm
Roufetta was silent. The Derelict didn't mind her thought probing, but could she trust Rosie? Was Rosie a spy for that horrible mechanical monster?
"I am a magical girl."
We'll see how she responds. That's right. Maybe I'll probe her thoughts. Maybe...
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:23 pm
Rosie gasped dramatically.
"No!" She cried. "REALLY?! You're REALLY a magical girl?! An honest to goodness, living, breathing, bleeding, sweating, eating, magical girl?!" She stared, wide eyed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:25 pm
"Are you mocking me?"
Roufetta stood up and tried to look big. Which really wasn't easy, seeing as she was, in fact, small.
"Yes. I am a magical girl."
Now what are you thinking? Roufetta sent out a few thought waves, trying to listen to the baker's thoughts.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:28 pm
Rosie's eyes lit up brightly.
"Me toooooo!" She cried, clasping her hands together! "Oooh, this is wonderful! Why would you want to run away from anyone for being a magical girl?!"
Oh, it's so incredibly wonderful, I thought I was the only one, it makes me so happy to find someone else just like me, oh, it's like we're sisters or kindred spirits or long lost twins or something of that sort! She'll be my new best friend and we'll go everywhere together, we'll bake wonderful things to share with all the wonderful people we meet because we're magical girls! And everyone will say Oh! How wonderful! How magical!
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:31 pm
Roufetta sat down. She had never heard such a long inner monolouge in her thought-probing life. Rubbing her head a bit, she looked up at Rosie.
"I ran away because he made me probe thoughts. Like I just did yours. We are not sisters or twins or anything 'of the sort' and I do not think I should like baking very much if there is flour involved."
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:35 pm
Rosie clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Oh dear!" She cried. "I'm sorry, I get so carried away sometimes when I get excited!" Turning away to avoid being seen turning so incredibly red with embarassment, she poured her cake batter into a pan and opened the panal on the ship's engine, shoving the cake in. "Ahem... I guess being forced to probe thoughts isn't very good... After all, sometimes, if you like doing something, but are forced to do it, you end up not wanting to do it at all! I couldn't IMAGINE being FORCED to bake against my very will!" She made a dramatic gesture. "Why, that would be AWFUL! Not wonderful at all!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:38 pm
"Well, that's fine, really. And your right. It is not wonderful to be forced to do anything, really. That's why, I think, I shall stay with you, on your ship, instead of having to go back with my father."
Roufetta put on the cutest possible face, trying to get Rosie to agree.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:40 pm
Rosie stared for a moment at the cute face.
"Well... so long as you don't mind the flour... or make my cakes fall... Sure!" She smiled with her eyes closed cheerfully, giggling. "Anywhere you want to go? After this cake is finished, we can take off!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:43 pm
"Really? Thank you Rosie. I won't make your cakes fall."
Roufetta clapped her hands together in a terribly female expression of joy. Regaining her composure, she told Rosie that she'd much like to find a certain mechanical man that had been bothering her.
"I want to know why he would lie to me about the Derelict. And why they are fighting. And why he's mechanical. You see?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:44 pm
"Sounds like a plan!" Rosie nodded. "I shall help you in your quest in repayment for crashing my ship into your land's face! And we shall enjoy the finest pastries and cakes on our way! Yes, we shall!"
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