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It was a brilliant morning full of sunshine and warmth and sea birds and all that happy stuff that made Tshila love living on Nirvani. She'd gotten a little bored with the ghost town that was the circus (where was everyone anyway? Abducted by aliens?) so she left to go explore, hang out where there were other people and, possibly, locate a chocolate eclair. Which was why she was now standing just outside the bakery, peeking in.

Bakers always super impressed her because while she was capable of cooking well enough to, you know, keep herself from dying of starvation, the fine art of baking definitely eluded her. She'd tried baking once but it just didn't go so well. It was so complicated. There was yeast and..and things!

So she was just glad the island had a bakery where professionals could make chocolate eclairs and she could buy them (them go work off the calories by juggling fire). Pulling open the door, Tshila smiled slightly as a little bell chimed. She stepped inside, nearly melting into a puddle of happiness at the smell of delicious baked goods that struck her in the face and proceeded to dance around her, poking her with metaphorical meat forks to entice her to leave with far more than the single chocolate eclair she'd come form. But she was totally going to be strong! Probably.

Or so she thought as she wandered to the glass display case to examine the wares beyond the glass. "I mean, like, if all the fat went straight to my boobs instead of like, my thighs or something, I'd totally get more than one!" she said, more to herself than anyone else. "But if I gain too much weight, I think it would totally be a work hazard so only one. Come on. Be good, Tshila!"

Tshila made a face. "Really?" She knew how fat free food tasted--usually gross. And falsely sweet and kind of disgusting. She was a little disappointed to find out this was a health food story masquerading as a proper bakery. It made her sad. The eclairs looked so tasty but lurking behind the veneer of deliciousness was probably an interior of grossness and low calorie sweeteners! Not that she wanted to gorge on junk but if she was going to treat herself to an eclair, she wanted it to be a properly yummy eclair and not a fake one. Ew.

"I see. Wow. It's surprising that health nuts would open a bakery since baked goods are pretty notorious for not being healthy. Oh, I mean, except the whole grain ones and all that. I mean, it's not like all baked things are inherently bad for you--just the ones loaded up on butter and sugar. Not that butter and sugar are inherently bad for you either in small quantities and all that, it just kind of depends I guess. Know what I mean? Anyway..." She grinned at the other woman, when the lady remarked on her name. "It's not all that unusual. Just depends on where you're from. Where I'm from, it wasn't horribly uncommon. Sounds a lot like Sheila anyway if you're not watching your pronunciation and all that. Most people call me that anyway 'cause the Tsh is a little hard, I guess. I mean, not for me, but other people, you know?"

"Oh, gosh! I'm totally just rambling and we haven't even been properly introduced. I mean, I know you already know my name but I don't know yours..."

Jeez, this girl talked a lot. Vi didn't know what she was getting into when she approached her, but she didn't expect – well, then again, she was used to curtness among her family. Not everyone was too busy to say more than three words to her or, at least, this girl was one of the few. She nodded along with what she said, though by the time she got to talking about something being weird, she grew confused. What was strange? Health food? Where on Earth did this girl come from where they didn't have anything healthy but she still came out looking like that? She was going to ask, but then she was making sounds and it hit her that she was referring to her name. ..Oh, she felt stupid. “..Vi, I'm Vi. It's not--” Before she could give her personal commentary on her own name, though, Mr. Hotstuff had arrived~ She smiled slightly at him, inwardly irate that he had to overhear what she said rather than wait maybe five minutes longer. Not that it would have made a difference; her timing with men was atrocious.

“Oh, I must have heard wrong! I'll have to tell that one girl at the gym about that.” Not that she knew any girl at the gym or had even been to the gym period, but it was vague enough that it should work. “You can help me with, hmm..” She looked him over, smoothing out her hair with one hand, “a lot, but you can give Sheila and me a recommendation? Did you bake any of this, Mr..?” Of course, she knew his name, but she hadn't actually had a chance to talk to him yet, so it would be weird if she just outright said it.

Xeiro wasn't so sure, but he thought that he had seen both women looking at his muscles. Then again, he wasn't necessarily watching their eyes much. "Rameri. Xeiro Rameri. Which may be odd since it doesn't quite rhyme as well as I act like it does for the title of the place, but no one really knows that. Oh, you go to the gym? I've never seen you there, though I do feel like I have seen you somewhere." He looked at her intently, knowing that he had somewhere seen her, but just couldn't quite place it. He really didn't go all too many places, and he didn't think it was the gym. Maybe the bar? Hmm. She barely looked old enough to be there. Oh, he'd just have to figure it out later. " Well, we'll have to get in a good sweat together some time, yeah? I mean, you'll definitely need it after I get some of my sweets in you." At that point he heard the oven in the back and stepped away from the counter to go grab them. "Everything you see there is from yesterday and the day before, but I've got some fresh donuts made by me right here, if you are interested? I'd say a nice cream horn for the contortionist and a glazed with blueberry filling for you to work off at the gym." He smiled and placed the two pans down on the counter and began placing the donuts into the case and removing yesterday's versions to put in the discount bin.

Once done, he placed his hands on the counter and looked over to both of them. He always loved having ladies stop by the store, he just couldn't resist all of the eye candy this wonderful island had to offer. It really didn't matter that they looked as if they were the same age as his daughter. It would only be more convenient! He could find himself a lady and find Lyra a built-in friend. She'd have to love that, right? He looked over at Tshila and smiled, "So, you work at the circus? That sounds really interesting. I'd loooove to see the things that you can do with your body." Maybe that was pushing it a little, but when was Xeiro ever one to not push all of the limits? The worst he could get was a slap to the face, and if he stood to his full extent he might be able to avoid even that. He really had nothing to lose, and as he looked her over one last time, he realized he had a whole helluva lot to gain.

"That is totally a great name!" Tshila told Xiero sincerely. "I'm Tshila, by the way. Tshila Curari. It's great to meet you! Anyway, it's really great to meet you both!" She grinned slightly when they both said they wanted to see her perform (Well, Vi said it kind of weirdly, but that was okay! Even if she was being a little unsure of herself, Tshila just figured she took a while to warm up to people).

"Anyway, I haven't hurt myself in years--and never during a performance. I mean, you know, we practice a lot! And you always start out small and work up to the more daring stunts, know what I mean? You totally end up with a few burns and nicks and pulled muscles at the start but after a while, it's pretty rare to get hurt. Oh, but Vi! Once, I totally hurt someone else though. But it was a major accident. Like, I was thinking of taking up knife throwing? Which, I'm actually really good at the whole throwing them hard enough to stick into the target and I usually do intentionally miss the person but once I sort of missed...missing the person? And I nearly hit a vital spot so they kind of don't really let me do knife throwing anymore. But it would be so awesome to do a flaming knife act where you throw them at a person while they're on fire!"

"Anyway, you guys should totally come see the show sometime!" She kind of wanted to tease Xiero by telling him she did give private performances (because that line was totally a come on!) but he seemed to be flirting with them both anyway so she'd just leave it at that. Still, they'd both said they wanted to see what she could do and, really, what self respecting performer wouldn't take that opportunity to show off? "Oh! But I can give you a quick demonstration! Here."

Tshila reached up first, stretching her body to make sure she didn't do herself an injury, before letting her torso slowly bend over backwards until her head was just below her rear facing away from the two of them, while the lower part of her body was still facing them. She could have stopped there but the reactions were always so funny when she pushed her poses beyond 'wow, bendy!' and into the more horrified 'oh my god, how!?' So Tshila wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled herself forward more, bending her back and neck until her head was between her legs and she was smiling up at the two of them, her upper legs and torso basically forming the letter "D."

"I'd like a chocolate eclair, please!" she joked.

((Er...just in case a visual is needed for the pose she's doing. Bendy Spine! )

Seth had been busy with several new batches of pastries when the customers had come in. Xeiro had gone out to deal with them while Sethrian stayed in the kitchen, filling the new creme puffs and piping whipped cream on the top of the triple coconut cream puff bites. After arranging all the pastries on two large trays, he picked up the trays and headed out to the display case with them.

He immediately noticed Xeiro chatting with the two customers, one of whom was bent in half. Because...of reasons. He really didn't want to know--and that pose was kind of disturbing, really, and he did not want to know why she was doing it in the first place. So he nodded politely to the one not trying to snap herself in half, as he slid the trays onto a nearby rack. Opening the back of the display case, he began rearranging the things already there, toward the back of the display so he could place the newer creme puffs toward the front.

"Oh no, I'm not stuck!" Tshila said, releasing her knees and slowly righting herself. "I can pretty much bend my body into any position imagineable without hurting myself or getting stuck. Which is totally a good thing because there are some, you know, 'positions' I wouldn't want to have to explain to a doctor, know what I mean?"

"Especially the ones involving another person because some of my 'performances' require the use of a, um, you know, partner. You know, someone who is a willing volunteer from the audience, if you will." She gave Xeiro a teasing smile as she leaned on the counter. "I've heard here and there that those are deinitely the best performances I do."

"So anyway, you two obviously have been here longer than me--are there any good places to hang out and meet people? Because I totally do not know anyone yet and my social life has shriveled and died. It is totally time to fix that."

She noticed Vi smile and wave at the guy who had just walked in. Awww! She liked him too! Tshila wondered if they knew each other. That was such a cute little wave.