fandomtownies | Wonka's Sweets Shoppe

Shane's skateboard skids to a stop in front of the shop door and she opens it. She's not entirely sure who she's going to find there - last time she'd been to the shop, it had been Maia behind the counter - so she steps in with a fair degree of caution.

Tonks, balanced precariously on a ladder's top rung as she put boxes of sweets onto a high shelf, looked over at the door. "Hello!" She called cheerfully, as easily if she'd known Shane.

Looking up at the sound of the voice, Shane immediately crosses over to the ladder to hold it steady. "Hi," she says, chuckling. "We never really met each other properly that one night. I'm Shane."

"Nymphadora Tonks! Well, just Tonks." She answered easily, placing the crowning box onto the small pyramid she had made. "Thanks, by the way," she said, nodding towards the ladder.

"No problem," Shane says, smiling as she steps back. "So, umm... I'm kind of looking for a gift for someone to apologize for something."

Tonks grinned as she climbed down, "That doesn't seem to be too rare," she observed calmly.

((I have to go, unfortunately, but I will be back in a few hours.))

"Yeah," Shane says, a chagrined expression passing over her features. "I just kinda worried someone."

"No," Tonks laughed. "I should have been more specific. I meant people are always coming in to buy things to apologize with. Anyway, is there anything in particular you want to get?"

Cheeks flushing ever so slightly, Shane smiles. "Um... I don't really know her that well, but... something... I don't know..." she trails off, biting her bottom lip.

"Okay, so you wouldn't know if she was allergic to peanuts or chocolate or anything?" Tonks paused for a moment, before brightening. "What about gummy bears? Or jelly beans? Those are always fun! Or there's chocolate truffles with cheering charms - I did the spell myself - or just normal chocolate, though nothing around here is normal..."

"I'm not sure if she likes chocolate or not," Shane says with a slight frown. "But... maybe jelly beans? That seems like that might be the best thing."

Tonks nodded in agreement, "Jelly beans are always good, unless they're earwax flavored. Or vomit."

Shane makes a face. "Yeah, uhh... those don't... sound very good," she says after a moment. She gives Tonks a befuddled look. "They have those?"

"Not here." Tonks replied. "But, yeah, some places do..."

"Well, that's good," Shane says, looking more than a little relieved by that information. "So, um... what flavors of jelly beans do you guys have?"

"Everything from Buttered Popcorn and Cappuccino to Strawberry Daiquiri and Toasted Marshmallow," Tonks replied, tucking her hands into her pockets.

"Okay, um... this'll sound weird, but... do you have hot chocolate?" Shane asks, giving her an uncertain look.

She paused for a moment to make her hair spike up again and the color to change to something brighter, before she glanced toward the oversized bins of candies to make certain, "Of course!"

"Oh, great," Shane says, smiling. "I guess, um... I guess I'll take a bag of hot chocolate jelly beans, then. Please."

"Got it!" With the faint humming of a Weird Sisters song under her breath, Tonks filled a small bag with cocoa-flavored jelly beans, tying it off with a gold ribbon.

"So um... you -- you're a witch?" Shane asks carefully as she watches. She's not entirely sure if that's a respectful term or not, but recalls that it's how Tara referred to herself.

Barbossa walked into the shoppe. He wanted to show the girl behind the counter that he wasn't a parrot any more.

He stopped and thought about that for a moment, then shrugged it off. Fandom had expanded his mind in ways he'd rather not dwell on.

"Pirate who turned into a parrot, am I right?" was Tonks's idea of a greeting.

"That be me," Barbossa said with a grin. "Jes wanted t' assure ye that the change be not permanent."

He chuckled. "Bein' a bird be fun, but it be a right pain in the arse t'work radio controls wit' naught but a beak and a pair o' feet."

"Yeah...I'm really sorry about that!" She laughed nervously, rubbing at her neck. "So I found some chocolate coins and one of those little treasure chests you can eat for you..." She offered an apologetic grin.

((I must go, but I'll be back at eight EST, or thereabouts.))

Barbossa's eyes lit up. "That be mighty sweet o' ye," he said.

[OOC: That's fine. I should be doing actual work right now myself.]

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"I just felt kinda bad...since, after all, the feathers were supposed to be greenish and only lasting for about thirty minutes." She carelessly dismissed the notion with a smile.

"Lots o' pirates have parrots," Barbossa said. "I bet I be one o'the few who've ever been a parrot." He thought about it. "I think I be preferrin' monkeys meself." He grinned. "Not that I want t'be turnin' into a monkey any time soon."

"Well, there goes my idea," she grinned, "A monkey would make for a great pet, I think. Useful and cute, right?"

Barbossa nodded. "And not as chatty as a parrot, either. If I get a monkey, I think I be namin' it...I dunno." He smiled at Tonks. "Ye have any suggestions?"

"Bob... nah, everybody and their uncle would call a monkey Bob. Zack, maybe? Only...no, that name sucks for a pirate-monkey. What about Jack?" She supplied.

Barbossa grinned. "Jack. Perfect. If I ever be havin' a pet monkey, I be namin' it Jack."

He looked around the shop. "D'ye have anything else ye might recommend? I like t'have some sugar around fer the broadcasters. Keeps 'em out of me rum stash."

"Well," Tonks paused before cataloguing, "There's happy truffles, and I know we have moving rats and some Halloween candy left. We've got liquor-flavored jelly beans, charmed pixie sticks for a better sugar high, white chocolate, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, and I think Mister Wonka was working on orange-flavored chocolate the other day."

"I'll be takin' some of the jelly beans, then, and the pixie sticks." He winked. "Much as I'd like the happy truffles, I think people'd be a bit surprised if they heard nothin' but joy and sweetness comin' from their radios."

She snickered to herself, before asking, "You'll be wanting rum-flavored jelly beans, then? Or will the scurvy rapscallions be getting into those as well?"

"They can have all the rum-flavored candy they can smuggle out of me broadcast booth. They just can't have me actual rum," he replied.

She grinned and filled a large bag of jelly beans, grabbing a handful of pixie sticks as well. With an impish wink, she grabbed a small box of gold coins from the counter and held it out for him.

"Ah, thank ye very much," he said, taking the box. "And how much would I be owing ye?"

"$7.50," she responded with a habitual smile.

Barbossa pulled his money out of a pocket and counted it out in a slightly grubby hand.

"Here ye go, then," he said with a smile.

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