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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 9:43 pm
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She'd heard of the candy shop, but Temperance wasn't typically a huge candy eater. In fact, despite being skinny as a rail, there was all the stereotypical 'candy is the devil' talk from her nutritionist mother running in the back of her head. But she'd been working hard, acing most of her tests and running her a** off in her clinicals... maybe she deserved a treat. Maybe not deserved. She frowned, staring tiredly at the front of the shop. She didn't really deserve anything, but... With a cheerful noise, the door opened and Temperance slipped in.
Honey Pop was inviting, a veritable wonderland of candy and chocolate. It was bright and utterly clean and a whole case of candied apples stared at her just past the door. She stared at them listlessly, before floating to the rows of candies. Clear, birds would probably fly through it glass and dark wood - it was almost like a showroom. She drifted back to the apple, probably looking more ghost than human. Her exhaustion wore her, instead of the other way around, but this was a free afternoon and she had to take what she could get.
But what would she get?
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 9:51 pm
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A young woman stepped forward to lean against the slanted cases that abutted the grand display of apples. Her face was all smiles, though unlike many people who had to work retail the smile reached her bright eyes. Her skin was very nearly as pale as her hair, a white blond that seemed to be entirely natural, though the pastel swirls of rainbow that were twisted through her hair and knotted into a bun at the nape of her neck were less so.
“Hi! Welcome to HoneyPop! I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before! I’m Lizbeth! May I help you find anything? If you’re not sure I can make recommendations, and of course, we have samples! Best part of going into a candy store if you ask me.” She beamed.
The Smile said she probably sampled quite a bit, but she had to do something in her spare time because she was slender in build and willowy of limb even slender fingers that carefully rested a fresh platter on the counter covered by a shallow glass lid. Slices of apple in various coatings on the tray, caramel, thick glossy red candy, even all manner of chocolate decorated the slices, the sacrificial apples freshly chopped behind her.
“Oh! And Please let me know if you have allergies! I have at least a few things for everyone, I do wish I could carry more but some of it’s so dreadfully expensive, and we are a little shop.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 10:03 pm
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Temperance blinked at the shopkeeper, wondering hazily how people so effervescent existed. Suddenly, she was reminded that she wore no makeup, had bags the size the Texas under her eyes, and had thrown on clothing not because it was cute, but because it was readily at hand. The cat on her shirt stared at the woman, even as Temperance averted her eyes, the tips of her ears turning red.
"I, uh, haven't been here before." She felt like a bull in a china shop. She lapsed into a short silence before abruptly speaking again. "No allergies. Oh, I'm Temperance and... if you have any reccomenda-" A yawn, quickly stifled. "-Reccomendations, I'd love to hear."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 4:41 pm
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Temperance got a boisterous, joyful laugh at being called cheerful, and a happy grin at ‘home made’ taste. “I’m not offended! Don’t worry! Trust me you’d know if I was.” She nodded. “I have kicked people out of here for being jerks, though I admit it takes a while. But I think you’re right about the flavor! I think things change when you run them through too much machinery, or if you add things to help preserve them. It just… it lacks that edge of human error, but I think that’s what we call love!”
She tucked one finger under her chin while she spoke, tipping her head to one side in a colorful cascade of white blond and pastel rainbow.
“Like bread, you can really tell when it’s home made, you taste things like the yeast, and the butter more, it just shows.”
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