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Wonka's Sweet Shoppe, Sunday

Ivanova limped into the shoppe to open it for business, looking sleepy, a little bit harried, and a little bit worried. Still, she seemed to shrug it off as she moved around the shoppe, almost cheering up enough to hum a little tune.

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Orlin needs happy food, also known as chocolate. He begins to browse.

Ivanova glanced up when she saw who it was and her eyes went flat. Great. It was the wanna-be Vorlon. She wondered how long she could get away with pretending not to see him. To further this end, she crouched behind the counter and rearranged things.

Now, calling Orlin a 'wanna-be Vorlon' is just silly. For those of us who do not know what 'Vorlon' is like, they are the Zen master's of their universe. Why is this silly one might ask? Orlin is part of the race that created all Zen like things in his own universe. And that is why, biscuits and gravey are a Southern food.

Anywho, Orlin was still browsing the display.

My, how very disorganised this counter was. Rearrange, rearrange, trip over the stool, sprawl into the store with a groan of pain.

"Oww . . ."

Orlin couldn't hear, he had his headphones on, but he did see a cane sticking out from behind the counter. He walked over and peeked at the sprawled girl on the floor.

He took off his head phones, "Need some help?"

"I'm fine," Ivanova said through clenched teeth, grabbing for the countertop and pulling herself to her feet. "Ow . . ." she hissed as her knee gave out on her and she leaned heavily on her cane and her good leg.

Orlin would offer to help her stand, but to fight a lion one must be as a blade of grass. "Do you want me to get anyone or something?" He asked.

"No, no, no need," Ivanova replied, plastering a smile on as she eased herself onto the stool. "It'll be just fine in a moment."

"I'm sure." Orlin said dryly.

When a door is closed, the wind in the trees flow backwords as the deer jumps a stream.

"I am sure," she said brightly. "Can I help you find anything today, ~~nude park man~~ Orlin?"

"I could use some chocolate... which is why I am here." Snarky sales people, don't go there. He put his head phones back on and started to hum along. He might have murmered " While moving through life as a stone sinks to the ocean floor, bubbles float in the clouds while cars pass them by."

"of course . . ." Ivanova said slowly, her eyes narrowing as she caught the last of his comment. Vorlon wanna-be. Clearly. "We have a bit of Valentines stuff still on sale. Other than that, Wonka bars are always good for a fix."

If Orlin hadn't have put his head phones on, he would have heard it, as it was, he so totally didn't here her.

Ivanova scowled. Headphones? Rude. She considered smacking him over the head with her cane. But then realised that if he chose to ignore her, fine. She reached for Scion of the MacLeods and began reading, keeping an eye on him.

Muscles as hard as the Swiss mountains that had formed them . . .

Orlin mosey'd around the store, picking up chocolates and putting them into hand cart. He passed the desk and caught sight of what Ivanova was reading. He put his hand over his mouth to stiffle a chuckle, and went to the next display.

Ivanova shot him a hard look at the giggle before going back to her reading. The flame-haired heroine was rebelling against her father while the broodingly handsome MacLeod-of-the-moment pillaged something. It was very interesting.

Orlin looked up just as she sent him evil look. Off came the head phones. Excestentialism on Prom night could be heard wafting from the headphones. He grinned and went back to the sales desk.

"I would like these please."

Ivanova marked her place and rung him up, repressing the urge for snark. "Anything else or will this be your fix for the day?"

Orlin said *~~wavey wavey~~* that would totally call for Ivanova to be snarky. "To fix is the equilibrium of utter happiness."

Ivanova glared at him flatly. "Right. I find breaking bon - I mean, things bring me utter happiness."

Orlin chuckled. Ice heart actually had emotions besides being self flaggatory.

"I'm sure bone breaking is very satisfying."

"You should try it sometime," she replied cheerfully. "Keeps you in shape, provides an outlet for anger and frustration, and is really fun."

"I usually try to do a less violent form of anger managment." Orlin said smiling slightly. ~~omg so not an innuendo!~~

Ivanova's lips twitched. "That could be fun, too." She handed him his chocolate. "See ya around, Orlin. Have a good day."

"I always have a good day." He wiggeled his eyebrows, looking ridiculous as was his intent. He picked up his big bag full of chocolate.

Ivanova chuckled. "More power to you then."

"I have no need of more power." orlin said, completely missing the point of her comment. He walked to the door.

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