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Post by Owen du Blaine on Dec 12, 2008 12:19:17 GMT -5
I was chuckling as we entered the small pastry shoppe, Sefirah on my arm and looking as bright and fresh as a chocolate coated strawberry. She was truly beautiful, and I was silently thanking whatever god had smiled upon me this day.
"Here we are, my lady," I said, casting her a jovial smile. "What sort of pastries do you generally like?"
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Dec 12, 2008 13:02:12 GMT -5
I giggled gently at him. Calling an adept with no title a lady I thought to myself in mirth. The bakery was small, but the scents permeating the air were so enticing that my mouth fair watered.
"Well, I usually get something sweet and with a vanilla flavour," I said, looking up at him, smiling, "but, since this was your idea, and you claim you have a fairly developed palate, I wouldn't mind being adventurous, maybe just this once, and trying something that you would suggest."
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Post by Owen du Blaine on Dec 16, 2008 16:00:40 GMT -5
I chuckled, flashed he a smile, and walked to the counter. My order was murmured, and as it was fetched and bagged in the back, I took out a few coins to pay for it. Turning, I made my way back to Sefirah, holding a hand out to her. "Let's say we enjoy this elsewhere than here... it's far too cramped. Would my townhouse be alright with you?" My smile grew and softened both, and I looked down to her clear eyes. "We'll stop at Jasmine first, of course, and I'll contract you properly. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."
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Post by Sefirah nó Jasmine on Dec 16, 2008 16:10:51 GMT -5
I smiled wickedly up at him, taking his offered arm.
"Exceptional idea."
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