RP: Delivery! Who: Melinda and Oliver What: Nursing Oliver’s wounds Where: Oliver’s flat When: Thursday, September 4 – early evening Rating: NSFW - Sexual activity
There were few times when Melinda wasn’t pleased with her position as the main source of cakes and desserts in Monument Alley, but when she had been notified of the rush order for chocolate ice cream, she had been tempted to let her mother handle it. But then she had seen the name of the customer, and Miss Spinnet had always been a considerate customer so for her to put in a rush order like that it had to be important (or as important as chocolate ice cream could be). So while the cream had been freezing, Melinda had placed the order for pizza, packed up a selection of the eclairs and a couple of the other cakes she had noticed Oliver liking and had hung her chef’s coat and waited for Miss Spinnet to pick up her order.
It really was only a few minutes longer than the half hours she had promised Oliver, before she knocked on the door to his flat, balancing the box of pastries (charmed to stay cool) on top of the pizza box (charmed to stay warm). “Delivery,” she smiled – her heart was pounding and her stomach felt funny, in the best way possible, when she saw him – and then nodded towards the Owl that had just landed next to her with a sizeable box. “And… delivery.”