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"Ah," Sethrian said, slightly disinterested as he carefully lined up the creme puffs, making sure their best side was facing front. Presentation was everything, of course. "I--" he started violently, smacking his head on the top of the display and spilling several creme puffs on the floor. "No--I. What? I don't..." Oh...God. What!?

What was Xeiro asking him? He had only been half paying attention to the conversation and now Xiero seemed to be asking him something really suspicious. Sethrian cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure but finally gave up and dropped to the floor in a flustered daze to pick up the fallen creme puffs.

He stood back up, grateful that his burning face and ears wouldn't be that noticeable. "Th-there's a caramel pecan tart that just came out. The chocolate-honey glaze is still cooling," he said, kicking himself for stumbling over his words. Well done Sethrian. How very articulate. I'm sure no one noticed your suave attempted to change the subject.

Tshila watched as the other guy cleared his throat and stumbled over an answer to Vi. She just leaned in and whispered, "Don't be mean to him, I think he's shy!" Except she said it kind of loudly and the shy man shot her a dirty look as he ducked his head.

"I'm not...shy," he said, ducking down to check the creme puffs. "I was merely surprised by the question. My boss likely knows I'm too busy to enjoy any sort of...performance regardless how fiesty or 'bendy' they may be."

"Oooh," Tshila said, barely holding back a laugh. "Like, you know, busy with those tarts of yours? I met a tart at a club once--but a different kind than yours, I think. At the very least, she just kind of dressed bad and didn't sound at all delicious like a caramel-pecan tart. Not that you should judge anyone by how they dress and all? But she was wearing these totally ugly pants that were like three sizes too small? Not attractive. Anyway, Xeiro said your name was Seth?"

"Sethrian," Seth said, leveling his gaze at the brunette because ugh, that blonde would just not shut up. "My name is Sethrian. And I didn't mean to come across as offensive. I'm sure that, if I had the time to watch one of your performances, I would find it quite entertaining." He had absolutely no idea what kind of performing either of them did but they were customers and he had to at least make a show of being friendly...ish. Pleasant at the very least. And he would rather interact with the person who wasn't going to explode his eardrum with non-stop chatter, if he was forced to choose.

"So Xeiro!" Tshila said. "How long have you owned this place?"

Oh.. Oh, this was a tough one. On one hand, she had Xeiro and his beefy, manly arms and, on the other, she had some shy, pushover who would probably do whatever she asked and tell her she's pretty everyday like she always daydreamed about. But he was so.. young. Vi bit her lip as she flicked her eyes from one boy to the next, trying to decide on who to pick when her cell phone gave a quick trill and she had to cut into her thoughts to answer it. “I'm Vi,” She said quickly to Sethrian with a smile as she took her phone out and held it to her ear, “Maybe we'll see eachother again, but I have a call from – ugh.” Ed. She guessed he was about done with whatever business he had that didn't involve her. She tried not to roll her eyes or make that ugly disgusted face she tended towards when speaking to her brother, but it was too much to resist! So, with a quick wave to Sheila, Xeiro, and Sethrian, she started out of the bakery, forgetting whatever business she had there as she proceeded to look for a way to start another argument to help burn off some of that steam.

[Exitted Vi]

[[I'm SO SORRY about this, you guys. unu ]]

Sethrian was busy with cupcake decorating in the kitchen, and wasn't paying much attention to the new guy. He was doing his job and he wasn't causing any issues so there was really no reason to bother with him--Seth had other things to do. Like pipe sour cream frosting on to a batch of buttery cupcakes that had just finished cooling. He was currently piping frosting with a petal tip, but wanted to do some variations to make them look fancier, so he had several other tips set aside, as well as a small ice cream scoop and bowl full of decorative sugar. He wasn't a personal fan of cupcakes that were overly frosted but since frosting was popular with most of their customers, he was trying to be generous without making them completely disgusting.

As soon as he finished five or so with the petal tip, he switched to a star tip and started piping small dollops of frosting in a circular pattern, alternating between several colors, for a prettier pattern. When he was finished with that batch and another one that was smoothly frosted and dipped in decorative sugar, he arranged them all on a large, flat tray, and carried them out to the display case out front.

Today was looking to be a bigger success than he had hoped, well, other than the blue-haired girl gawking at him as if she wanted him to mess up. The dark-haired man did his best not to let this bother him, and put his nose to the grindstone as it were. There were a few instances where he almost dropped a plate or two, but he had somehow managed to catch them. He knew, however, it was only a matter of time before his butterfingers got the better of him. So far, so good Travis. Keep it up.

A sudden presence behind him sent a chill down the man's spine, which only worsened when a hand firmly grasped his shoulder. Hastily suppressing the urge to jump, Travis turned to see his boss. Instantly relieved, the young waiter smiled in return, "That would be nice, sir, t-thank you." Admittedly, Travis couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by the guy. Xeiro was several inches taller than him, and not to mention, several sizes larger. Unlike him, Travis was lanky and thin; he couldn't help but feel a little inferior.

Following the man's instruction, Travis set down his serving tray on the table before pulling out the chair to seat himself. But, instead of his rear finding the chair like he planned, it missed entirely and the boy found himself falling to the floor. His ears turning red with embarrassment, Travis scrambled to get up, and quickly plopped himself into the chair. "S-sorry," he apologized sheepishly, doing his best to smile it off. "Nice to m-meet you though, I'm sure you already k-know I'm Travis. Thanks for letting me w-work here, I appreciate it."

Xeiro smiled and took a seat across from the young man. He noted the strange way that this boy talked, but couldn't quite tell if it was simply nerves or if he had some sort of a lisp. It probably wasn't good to start out their relationship by asking if he had some sort of a lisp. Could he get sued for that? Probably. Damn regulations. If he wanted to know some personal information about his employees, he should be allowed! It was his bakery! He should be able to make his own rules. He tried to ignore the boy falling on the floor, but it kind of further iterated the idea that it was probably just nerves. He took a drink of his coffee while he waited for the boy to scurry back up into his seat. He shook his head at the apology, because really, first days were rough. "Nah, no worries. About that or the job. I'm glad to have you here. You seem to be a very hard worker with a nice head on your shoulders. I'm sure this'll be great." He took another drink and smiled.

He glanced over his shoulder to look at Lyra and Seth and, while a little bothered with how close they were standing, he was happy that they seemed to not be paying much attention. "I thought I should probably give you somewhat of a head's up as you're new around here. I don't help people out very often, so you should be happy." He nodded his head and leaned back in his chair. "Seth, the guy over there, is a man of few words, but you will probably not like any of those words. He means well, though, and is a great baker. So, just ignore it. And the girl is my daughter. She's a bit rude. You'll have to forgive her, she gets that s**t from her b***h of a mother." He took a breath to try and stop himself before he began to ramble on about something that really didn't matter right now. "Just keep your head up and ignore whatever they say to you, okay? I'll usually be here if you ever need anything. Any questions?" He took another sip of his coffee before setting it down on the table and folding his hands in front of him.

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Lyra rolled her eyes at Seth's response. As if he wasn't interested with any of the many women that came through here. Who was he really trying to fool? He just didn't want to admit that the thing looked silly. She turned and leaned forward on the counter to get a better view of what exactly her father was doing over there. She offered a small wave when she caught him looking over in their direction, but turned her head back to Seth as he spoke again. She was sure that he was going to try his own little stab at her now as that was typically how these things went. Someone had to be witty first, then there was always the comeback. She planted her elbow on the counter and rested her head on her hand as she waited to see what glorious comment he had come up with. Honestly? Contaminating nails? She smirked up at him as she stood upright. Oh, he was just asking for it. "Contaminate with my nails? Really, Seth? Are my nails like cooties? You're such a baby!" She laughed and lifted her hands up towards his face.

She knew that the smell was already kind of bad from just their usual position at her sides, but she was practically immune to the smell after all of these years. "Watch ouuuuut, Seth! I might contaminate your faaaaace!"