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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 9:30 pm
Hart's was easily his favorite bakery. Vance probably stopped by more frequently than he really needed to, but it was one of very few places open when he finished a late night shift at work and they really were good at what they did. It was just too tempting when he walked by on the way home and smelled everything that was so fresh out of the oven it was probably still cooling, and for the second time in as many day Vance found his feet carrying him down the street to where the doors had probably only just been opened. The sun was hardly up, but bakers and night-shifters didn't usually sleep in the mornings.
Vance hooked his thumbs into his pockets, his sleeves still rolled from washing dishes, along with anything else he deemed to be dirty, for most of the night, as he came inside. It was an old habit to keep his hands to himself, one too many scoldings when he was little and got mud all over the kitchen or table from a childhood adventure of making pies or pits or some other outdoor game that involved becoming filthy. He was far from dirty now, though he was a bit tired and slightly more rumpled than he usually liked to be. It had been a long day and then a long night, and while he was definitely ready to go home and catch a few hours of sleep Vance was willing to wait until after he had acquired a muffin, or a danish, or whatever caught his eye. The door swung shut behind him as he came inside, clearing his throat to let whoever was in this early know that someone was there. A 'good morning' might have worked better, but it also seemed to imply that he felt like chatting about how good and morning it was. He did keep an eye out for the little fox that was occasionally around in the bakery, stepping on some small creature's paw or tail was not on his to-do list for any morning, but most of his attention was diverted to the assortment of baked goods that were placed behind the glass.
grasshopper pie Sorry for the delay, I totally snoozed off last night while I was trying to write XD; Hope this is okay.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 11:03 am
Tippens was afforded the luxury of sleeping on the job, perhaps because he lacked the opposable digits necessary to open the cases. The fox was curled on his pillow in the corner and only barely lifted his head to greet the new customer. He yawned with a little peep, displaying his razor-sharp and generally harmless teeth before settling back in. He had been more welcome in recent days. Mr. Hart appeared to have noticed the drawing force of a cute little creature wandering the shop. It was even better in the early morning when Tippens was settling down for a sleep and less likely to knock anything over.
Missy was just coming from the back with a tray of free samples still steaming from the oven. They were Mrs. Hart's special chocolate chip cookies, and they seemed to have the special power of inspiring other purchases.
The girl's hair, usually well-styled was somewhat out of place from an especially stressful morning. She had gotten started a little late and had to rush to get everything ready in time after her shift partners had left. She placed the tray of cookies on the counter and rubbed away some flour from her cheek as she heard the door open.
She offered the man a little smile, used to his unusual 'greetings' by now. He often came in so early as to miss the rest of the staff, and she was most commonly put on the early morning shift. He really wasn't a friendly type, but that didn't stop her from trying to get on his good side. In this case, it was by preparing a pair of gloves and busying herself while he browsed. He'd call her when he knew what he wanted, she was sure. He'd never seemed the type to ignore the posted signs about not handling the baked goods, and that was rather refreshing in this day and age.
"Good morning, Sir," she offered, not expecting any returned greeting.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 2:17 pm
It was the same girl he usually found here, with the short brown hair and the blue-eyed smile. She, at least, wasn't annoying. Friendly, more so than he would necessarily like considering he did not want to make friends, but not obnoxious. She always seemed to have at least something to say to him, but she didn't badger him with whatever it was. “Hmn,” Vance responded when she spoke to him, a small sort of affirmative sound. Yes. Morning. He supposed he could be good, but he wasn't in a mood to talk about it, or anything really. His eyes found the odd cinnamon-colored fox when it moved, and he stopped worrying about stepping on a fluffy tail as it appeared to be sleepy. The yawning creature couldn't distract him from cookies though, he doubted much could distract anyone from fresh chocolate chip cookies. Maybe he would pick a few of those, and something else that could be stretched in theory to be considered somewhat more appropriate as a 'breakfast' food. Moms never approved of cookies, but muffins...
He glanced to make sure she wasn't busy in the midst of something that could be bad to interrupt. He didn't know her well enough to have a good guess of her startle response, he'd hate to make her fall off of a stool, or burn herself on a hot tray, or drop something. “Miss?” he asked when he'd deemed it probably wouldn't cause any harm. But that was all he said, she'd come around when she had a moment. He knew he was early, she probably had a good bit of setting up for the day, when people with more normal sleeping schedules would be up and swarming for baked goods to start their, somewhat later, mornings. Instead, Vance looked back over the little trays and platters, just checking to see if he'd changed his mind in the last few seconds. It was hard to pick just one or two things, more tempting to try a little bit of everything that smelled and looked so good. Baking, and food preparation in general, was more 'magic' then the stuff some people bragged about. It was real, for starters, and it was something useful that just about everyone could appreciate. How did one take eggs and flour and make cookies that just tasted so good? Magic.
grasshopper pie This RP makes me want cookies XD
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:03 pm
The noncommittal response she received was no surprise, and rather than try and continue the conversation, she gladly shut up and went about her work. When she heard the man pipe up, however, she was startled. How in the world did he know her name...? Oh. Oh, right. She laughed slightly at herself and appeared from the back of the bakery again. This time it was with cupcakes, which she placed back down beside the steaming cookies and abandoned in order to assist him. The customer was always the most important factor to any work day, regardless of the hour. Mr. Hart made sure.
"Yes? What can I help you with?" she asked, approaching the man and standing with her gloves hands clasped beneath her waist. She was comfortable enough with him to stand nearby, but not so near that his personal bubble (which she imagined was rather larger) would pop. She looked over the case and tried to follow his gaze, but only ended up tilting her head in thought.
"What're you feeling today, hm?"
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