Sally Valentino (touchy_feely) wrote in magicalworld, @ 2015-10-15 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, char: libby harper, char: sally valentino, npc: abigail valentino |
WHO: Libby Harper & Sally Valentino
WHAT: Libby visits the restaurant; Sally makes a discovery. Dinner is served. (Because a witch is a witch is a witchā€¦even when she's not sure about the details.)
WHERE: The Youki Singe Tea Room
WHEN: Thursday 10/15: later afternoon
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress
For as long as Sally could remember knowing the difference between outside and inside, she remembered being in, near, leaving, or coming to the restaurant. It was the family touchstone of her childhood in San Francisco and, when the family was no longer one entity or in San Francisco, Youki Singe nonetheless remained an indelible constant. A loyal key element, a steadfast pillar. A faithful mainstay.
Everybody needed an anchor, Sally figured. It was just damn lucky that hers had Persian mint tea and gourmet bisque.
None of the staff reacted to Sally coming in and grabbing a table, not even to come over with a menu. They knew better. The true perk of being the owner's kid was knowing, with absolute diamond certainty, that in here she would be left alone. Nobody would approach and bring with them the risk of accidental contact; nobody wanted chatter or interaction; nobody cared if she was strange. Weird was allowed here. Weird was invited. Weird fit right in with the clusters of tiny Eiffel towers and the speckled glass, the silky obis dangling from the ceiling, the monkeys. Good grief, the monkeys.
It was ironic then that given license to be as bizarre a fixture as possible, Sally was at her calmest and most ordinary in the Youki Singe Tea Room. The honeyed walls and stupid little towers were soothing as a bath, and the smell of food, even at its strangest, was a familiar lullaby. But even more the lanterns or the scent of pudding, was the magic. Her mom's power, soft and clear, covered the place like a warm quilt.
Squatting lazily beneath her chair, Zero yawned wetly and plopped his head on her foot. Sally nudged the poodle's wiry coat gently with her sneaker; he didn't budge.
"Could be worse, right?"
The poodle refused to comment.