auntyalcohol (auntyalcohol) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-01-14 11:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | clara archer, ongoing, sharaab sharma |
Eternal blue neon, we're never closed
Who Shara and Clara
When: 1/10 9AM
Where: Sweets For My Sweets
Warnings:
Shara could sense sadness a mile away. It was Hob senses. Aunt senses? Several thousand years old from a big family and helping raise several families worth of children? Maybe that was just her, born with that sort of need to comfort and nurture, bolstered by Fae intuitiveness and her own compulsive need to insert herself into things unasked for.
So when they had a lull in the morning crowd, and she spotted someone forlornly plucking at bearclaw. Which was absolutely a cry for help if Shara had ever seen one. No one should be picking at one of her creations, not just because food should always be bringing joy in general but she knew those were good, and not only were they baked in the oven she had crafted but that particular batch had been prepared specifically by her. Foods prepared by Hobs always came with happiness, as well as the ability to heal the body in small ways. Shara checked with her small number of employees she had on staff today, letting them now she would be out in the lobby if they needed her, and she took another glance at the girl. Hmm.
What else would she like?
The cashier who had taken her initial order came back to tell her the girl's drink, which really just reassured her that she was making the right decision. Flour dusted hands were wiped on her apron as she went about making another large mug of hot chocolate with as many Marshmallows as she could fit into the vessel, eyes going back to the dessert case while she chewed on her lip. Once the Hot Chocolate was done - with milk obviously, they have standards - she finally started grabbing plates of desert. Hmm. Strawberry cheesecake, everyone liked that right? Hmm, double chocolate lava cake too, that had to be a winner, lemon bar? Yum. A cinnamon roll with pecans too. No such thing as too much dessert.
She grabbed her own drink, a mango smoothie blended with moonshine and gin, before heading to the girl's table. "Good morning!" The cheerful greeting was loud, heard over I Love Lucy and enough to turn the cashier's head who sighed loud enough for Shara to hear her. The collection of plates were set down on the table along with the two drinks, and she plucked the old mug and saucer with the half eaten bearclaw. "Let me put these back for you and I shall return!" Without any other explanation than that she waved her hand over the dishes, cleaning them as easily as one did a white board. The smell of Paprika and Brownies filled the air just before she grinned - pleased as punch - at the girl, balanced the two in her arms and made her way back towards the kitchen, "Back in a jif!" That was her new favorite phrase, what was a jif anyway?