Who: Mateo and Ira When: Sat, Jan 9, 2010 (backdated) Where: Candi's Crème Confections Rating: PG-13 Summary: Ira’s happy and hungry, Mateo’s busy and grumpy. Warnings: Swearing, but that’s probably it.
As he walked down Solaris’ lightly snow-dusted sidewalk on the way back to work, Ira was in excellent spirits. His hat was cocked jauntily on his head and a smile curled faintly on his usually deadpan face even as his empty stomach complained that it had been a long time since breakfast.
Ira didn’t mind. He was having a fantastic day, starting with Staas stopping by Past Life that morning to buy toys for his frankly adorable two children. The subsequent visit to the vintage clothing store at noon had been brief, but equally enchanting. That little skit that the children had played out with Princess Staas still brought a grin to his lips whenever Ira thought about it. If he told Ori about it later she’d probably laugh at him for being such a loser and not joining in as a troll or an ogre or something. And he’d come away from Madame Blueberry’s with a fun project to work on for a friend, and the promise of an interesting place to further explore – what more could Ira ask for?
Well, something to eat would be nice. His insides lurched demandingly, and Ira squinted up and down the street for an eating establishment of some kind. He’d been hoping to run into that quaint little bakery that he’d seen a couple of times while biking to work, but Ira couldn’t remember if he’d passed it on the way to the clothing store or not, but —aha, there it was!
Stopping outside of a small but strikingly colored building, Ira took in the sign painted on the dark windowpanes above the entrance, raising an eyebrow at the alliterative title: Candi's Crème Confections. As he pushed through the doorway a tiny golden bell tinkled overhead, and he glanced up at it with a smile. Ira was easily charmed when in a good mood, and it seemed to be growing exponentially with every hour that passed today.
Inside, the bakery was warm with the delicious scent of baked goods and desserts, and bustling with customers. It was a little past lunchtime, after all. As it was Ira’s first time, he decided to stand back a ways and watch what the others bought before deciding what to order. His eyes flickered eagerly around the glass cases of confectionary treats and the menu above the counter, enticingly chalked in pastel colors. With so many interesting choices, it would be hard to pick out something quickly without any advice. But Ira didn’t want to slow the line, so he waited for a couple of minutes until the customers thinned out, humming quietly and contentedly to himself.