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The Perk, Friday Afternoon

Honor made her way to The Perk, trudging through the drizzle in civvies and a rainjacket. It wasn't that Mac's hot chocolate wasn't good, nor that he and her guardsmen weren't good company, but a girl really had to get out on her own once in a while. Or as alone as one could get, accompanied by a personal guard.

Entering the coffeehouse, she was again struck by the oddity that something that smelled as good as coffee tasted so...horrible. She still couldn't see how people could drink it. Giving a smile to the barista behind the counter, she ordered a ~~venti~~ large hot chocolate and two scones, then settled in to a table. Within a few moments, she was enjoying the snack, eyes scanning a reader which undoubtedly contained texts for next week's lessons.

[For any Perk needs. Slowplay for Honor until this evening.]

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Pippi couldn't decide between coffee and hot chocolate.

So she gets both and pours them together.

Hmmm.

Oh. And a scone.

The first thing Honor noticed was the flash of bright red in her peripheral vision. Looking up, she saw the teen at the counter with her gravity-defying pigtails. A wry smile touched the corner of her lips. She watched with a furrowed brow, however, as Pippi combined the delicious hot chocolate with that barbarian concoction, coffee.

She shook her head. What a waste of a perfectly good cup of hot chocolate.

Pippi turned around with her drinks and her scone, and smiled at the nice new lady smiling at her.

"Good morning."

[[ooc: sorry, company meeting.]]

"Hello," Honor said. She continued smiling, a twinkle in her almond-shaped, brown eyes. "That's a rather...unusual...concoction."

[No worries. I had dinner and stuff, anyway.]

Pippi looked down at her half-coffee half-hot chocolate.

"I guess it is. I just couldn't decide which to get." she looked back up at Honor. "So I got half of each."

Honor chuckled. "Well, I suppose, if you like coffee and hot chocolate, it might work," she replied, then shook her head. "I've never understood how coffee can smell so wonderful...and then taste so, well, not-so-wonderful."

Pippi nodded.

"It can be something of an acquired taste to drink it strait up." she said. "It also depends on the quality of the coffee in the first place. What they have here is quite good. But if you like the smell and not the taste by itself, you may want to think about it more as a component then a beverage in and of itself. Like a cafe au lait."

She stopped for a moment, seeming to remember something.

"I'm Pippi by the way." she held her hand out. "Pippi Longstocking, I'm a student at the school."

The Baron, his ears flattened back to his skull, hurried into the coffeeshop out of the rain, whisking water off his tail, and swung up onto the counter to get himself an overly large cup of tea. Then again, most everything is overly large when one is the Baron. He located a suitable table and sat upon it, crosslegged, with his hat and cane lying neatly beside him atop his folded coat, as he sipped at his tea.

Camulus was much more interested in exploring this new 'our apartment' business but still allowed himself to be dragged into the Perk because Orlin felt the need for coffee.

Indeed, and no one would want for Orlin to have a headache, because that would be tragic.

Sitting down at a small booth with his double mochachino, Orlin smiled happily at Camulus.

Camulus couldn't growl at a happily smiling Orlin. Instead he smiled back and tried to convince himself that he wasn't making a fool of himself in public.

Aww, happy Camulus.

Orlin reached for his lovers hand and squeezed it.

"I... am really excited about this." he murmered.

"Good," Camulus grumbled. "I wouldn't want to be imposing on your hospitality." He will not be sappy in public. No public sappiness. Even if Orlin was holding his hand and smiling at him like that.

Orlin gave Camulus a look that said 'be sappy or face my wrath dammit'.

". . . I'm excited, too, fheir bheig," he admitted, stroking his thumb over Orlin's knuckles. "I'm happy."

Orlin smiled again, satisfied, for the moment.

"I'm... suprised that you eally want to do this. Imean... " Orlin thought for a moment, "I didn't think you wanted me in that way."

Camulus snorted. "It's for your own good. You need a keeper. You can't keep eating that boxed crap and chocolate everything."

Orlin pouted, "I don't need a keeper. And I like chocolate."

"And that's why you're going to be mo rothar fear instead of mo fhear bheag," Camulus shot back, resisting the urge to kiss the pout right off his face.

Orlin pouted even more.

"I have no excess fat on me, as you well know." he grumbled."

"I may have to investigate again," Camulus leered. "Just to be sure." Alright, that was enough of that pouting. He leaned across the table and kissed him softly.

That poor little pout? Was so gone.

He kissed him back gently, then sat back in his chair with a satisfied smirk.

"Aww, you do love me." he teased gently.

"Nothing of the sort," Camulus sneered, leaning back and pressing his knee against Orlin's under the table.

"You think I'm gorgeous, you want to dat me." Orlin began in a sing song voice.

"I don't want to have anything to do with you if you're going to be like that," Camulus grumbled under his breath, slouching.

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