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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 2:55 pm
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Liv had already forgiven him for the lack of a timely cake thing. There were werewolves, she'd said, and you can have one of the cupcakes Jim brought if you want, she had also said, and though he appreciated the sentiment, he was her damn brother and he had bought her a damn birthday cake every year for the past thirteen years. A couple of werewolves weren't going to stop him, just delay him a little.
Rabbit's destination was Rosie's Dulce Beso—checking out what she had for sale was the least he could do in return for her having bandaged him up—but somewhere along the way he dragged his nose out of Keep Ashdown Spoopy and was confronted by the comforting signage of another bakery, The Sweet Spot.
He slipped his phone into his jacket as he entered, almost missing his pocket entirely, and when he saw Dawson, he grinned as if they were old friends.
"Tablecloth guy!" he said, even though he'd been the one with the tablecloth. "Glad to see you're still alive!" It was only then that he noticed the other customers. Rabbit cleared his throat into his fist and added, "As we all are. Day to day. In this thing we call life." He leaned over the counter when he got close enough to do so, careful not to crush his eggs. "How's it going?"
medigelisapinatafullofgold
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 7:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 8:54 am
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"Aww~ Yer a good man, Tablecloth," Dawson said with a beam. "Let's see what we got...Well, kinda depends also if she particular t'somethin'."
He ducked beneath the counter, then shot back up to scan the usual contents on display to his right. Above the containers of ice cream were rows of sweets. "Like I said, cain' go wrong with chocolate chip. There's macadamia nut too f'she likes vanilla, uh, cinnamon, sugar cookies, snickerdoodle, double fudge, peanut butter...We got a special f'ya use rocky road fer the fillin' this week," he pointed out, perhaps a bit unnecessarily given all the advertisement inside. "Y'can get a mix n' match on cookies too f'she likes different ones."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 8:59 pm
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He snorted, grinning at his newest nickname. Rabbit supposed he could remain Tablecloth until he handed over his debit card, the one which, surprisingly enough, actually said Rabbit on it. He'd had his name legally changed years ago, but he still kind of loved the reaction it got.
As far as the cookies were concerned, chocolate chip sounded pretty good, as did double fudge and peanut butter, and he had to go with the rocky road for at least a few of them. Maybe...
"Chocolate chip with vanilla, I think." That one was for him, nice and plain. "And peanut butter and double fudge with rocky road. How many is, like, a case... thing?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 8:28 am
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He hesitated, considering a lie, then said, "Thirty-one?" very slowly, as if a tinge of aw, shucks might make the whole thing seem a little less ridiculous. Yes, he was considering the purchase of a dozen ice cream sandwiches for his adult sister's birthday. And yes, technically there were only three people who'd ever get a chance to eat them. The Vaughns didn't really have many friends at birthday ice cream level.
"Just a house thing with a couple of guests, so I think six'll do." Much better. It paid to talk these things out in his head before he rushed into a number that wouldn't even fit in the freezer. "One chocolate chip and vanilla, and the rest with rocky road. Two peanut butter and three double fudge." He nodded. All in a day's work.
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