Sol wondered if he would be able to find his muse again living in the same place where he had lost it before. She hoped that he would. When she gave up ballet for slaying she just assumed that she'd closed the door on that part of her life. Now, she wondered if she could do it again. Since she would be staying in one spot and not having to travel the globe with Xander it might be a possibility. Or living in hotel rooms and traveling across country with Dean and Sam.
"TV helps you sleep?" She asked wondering how it could. Maybe the background noise. It seemed like the more they talked the more things they realized that they had in common.
She smiled a little at the mention that he was glad that he was getting a tour. Even though she had glanced at everything she hadn't bothered to really look. She hadn't even thought to think of what she wanted to do to make it more her. In truth, she hadn't wanted to.
Then she showed him to the stairs that were on the front of the building and took him down. The sheer size of this building even though to most it wasn't huge, was huge to her. She didn't remember the first house she lived in with her parents until she was three. The flashes in her memory of it, it was small and cozy. Then after her mother died the apartment that she had shared with her Dad. Then the small house that she lived with her uncle. They had all been small. After that there was various hotel rooms, council houses, and then of course there were even a few huts thrown in. She'd never had a home besides her parents house that was truly hers. It was totally a foreign concept to her.
As they were walking down the stairs she said, "It's not like any of the bakeries I went to growing up." There was just the one in the little town of Indiana where she lived until she was sixteen.
Once they were down the stairs she turned the lights on. The ceilings were high and the walls were the same brick as the upstairs. The floor in the what she thought was the lounging area were cobblestone. It was almost like at one time whatever this building was way back when they had continued the street into the sitting area. It was kinda weird because the tables and chairs only fit just so but she thought it was a cool look.
The display cases of course were empty for the night until the morning crew got in. She waved a hand at him for him to follow her into the back. Behind the counter were regular tile floors that were easier on the feet and she assumed they took the cobblestone out and put tile in for sanitary reasons.
The kitchen was large and there were industrial sized mixers for dough and big ovens. "This is where the magic happens." She pulled a box from a hiding place in one of the cabinets and handed it to him. "They were just made after I talked to you earlier so they still should be good." Inside were two of the brown sugar donuts he asked her about earlier.