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Olive Snook (ittybitty) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-28 17:22:00

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complete, day four, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Day 4
::Who:: Olive and Ned
::What:: Meeting in Olive's Dream
::When:: After the Ball
::Where:: In front of Olive's room and then...
::Rating:: PG, if that?
::Status:: Complete

At this very moment, Olive Snook was walking down the hall in the F Dorm after having been escorted there by some very strange, rather nasty looking little creatures. She continuously gave them strange looks and clutched her skirts, sweeping them out of the way just in case one of them got a little too close. Thankfully, they'd left her once they arrived in the dorm. Clutching the journal to her bosom and the key in her fist she stomped down the hall. She was a little bothered that this dream had gone on for so long. And she was pouting.

She was sure that she'd seen Ned with Chuck out on the balcony when Digby had run through the doors. But she hadn't had time to go check, either. Besides, who would want to break up their little romance party? Not her! She frowned, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. Pigby snorted and trotted to keep up with her. Finally she arrived at the door with the same number as that on her key. She double checked and then stuck the key in the lock. She tried to turn it, but it wouldn't move. She pulled it out and again checked the number. 126 on the door and 126 on the key. It was the right room, sure enough.

She set her jaw, breathing heavily out of her nose before jamming the key into the lock once more. She turned with all her might and then put the journal down and tried with both hands. Nothing. Frustrated she took a step back and kicked the door. Still nothing. In a bit of a rage she yelled at it. "Stupid door! Open or I'll turn you into firewood! See if I don't!" When it still did nothing, she beat her fists against it in a futile effort to get it to budge. She tried wiggling the key again and it still did nothing. Harumphing, she leaned her back against it and crossed her arms over her chest. Her foot caught the journal and slid out from under her, landing her on her tush.

Frustrated, confused, angry and close to tears she dropped her head onto her arms and tried to get a grip. And that's when she noticed that footsteps had come close to her and then stopped.

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bakersman
2009-04-02 12:06 am UTC (link)

Ned gulped. Really, what else could he do? She was doing that thing again, leaning in much too close for his own comfort. For a moment, he could only stare at her. As he reached for the spoon, he nearly knocked over the container holding them. "Oh, uh.. Right, no problem. Not in the way just... Yeah." And there it was again. He hated the stuttering thing, and he didn't do it often anymore, but there it was just the same. It wasn't his fault she was right there.

"Of course you can have a piece," he told her, shifting away almost as quickly as he'd come over to her. He looked down at the mixing bowl in front of him and considered. "I might even have a piece." After all, why not? These ingredients were fresh, still alive. Never touched with the magic finger, so to speak. It'd been a long time since he'd actually tasted his own baking, it might be nice. "You can have the whole thing, if you want." From the floor, Digby wagged his tail, and Ned had to smile. "Well, save some berries for Digby, hmm?"

The chocolate pie was topped with its crust and pushed into the oven, the piemaker picking the temperature on instinct alone. He slid right into a second pie, the pears mixed with caramel sauce he'd found beneath a cabinet. It wasn't his kitchen back at The Pie Hole, but it still felt like he belonged there. A honey and cinnamon crust would top off the new concoction, and he found himself so comfortable he could offer Olive a genuine smile. "That dress is kind of nice. In a big frilly way. You should think about wearing it at the shop sometime. Or something like it, I doubt it'll be there when we wake up." It'd add a new dimension to the bakery, but he was sort of enjoying the idea of exploring new things just then.

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