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Jeff, God of Biscuits, Sunday morning

Yawning and out of coffee - not that she was avoiding picking up more at All and Sundries, she was just busy, yes, busy - Ivanova stopped by J,GoB for a croissant and a coffee before work. She loitered near the counter for a moment, chatting with the clerk, before turning to leave.

[[For someone, but feel free to use for your own biscuitry needs.]]

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Edmund was restless and if he wanted coffee and scones, so what? There was nothing to it. He just wanted coffee and scones.

So, bumping into Ivanova on his way in and her way out? Nothing at all.

Which would be why he was uncharacteristically at a loss for words when he saw her.

"Edmund!" Ivanova squeaked as the bag dropped from her hand and her coffee almost joined in. She looked hurriedly away, avoiding his eyes as she crouched to retrieve it.

"Su- Ivanova." Edmund stood away from the door and watched her picking up her dropped bag.

He'd really bollocksed this up, hadn't he?

Ivanova straightened, the bag crinkled in her hand. "I, um, should go," she muttered, her shoulders hunching a bit as she looked determinedly at his shoes.

"Erm..." He wasn't blocking her exit. Even if he wanted to.

"I haven't seen you in the store in a few days. I... that is, Baldrick has been asking after you."

She nodded. "I . . . didn't want to bother you. Or anything. After . . ." Okay, not going there. She stepped determinedly towards the door, keeping her head down.

"It wouldn't be a bother if you did..."

She didn't need to treat him as though he were repulsive.

Ivanova winced at his tone and raised her eyes to meet his, a ghost of a smirk crossing her face. "It would be . . . awkward."

Edmund rolled his eyes. "It's a small island. I'm certain we'll have endless opportunities for awkwardness if we continue this course."

"Like right now?" Ivanova smirked, almost like her old self, and then looked away, her shoulders hunching again. "It shouldn't have happened," she muttered finally.

"There was a significant amount of alcohol involved and I rarely drink on the job," Edmund observed dryly enough to create a small desert.

"You wouldn't mind me dropping by, then?" Ivanova offered a small smile. "I have few enough friends that I don't want to lose one because of a stupid, drunken mistake."

It would still be a while before she could look him in the eye without blushing. Not that she was doing so right now. Nope, not her.

"I have no other friends who would harangue me into taking care of myself after eating Baldrick's cooking. Of course I wouldn't mind your stopping by." He could understand the lack of eye contact, but at least she wasn't acting as though she'd bedded Satan himself.

For his part, his only regret was her regret. Which was a big regret, obviously.

"Good." Ivanova nodded firmly. "That's good." She moved towards the door, pausing as she opened it. "I have to get to work. I'll . . . see you later." There was hesitation in her voice, but it wasn't a question.

"You know where to find the shop."

Right. Uncomfortable. Still, a step in the right direction.

Maybe he should visit the Sin.

With one further nod, Ivanova fled. She felt like a horrible person for it. It wasn't Edmund's fault, she thought as she hurried down the sidewalk. It was entirely hers. But it was hard to convey this when she couldn't look him in the eye yet.

She was just glad she didn't remember much of that night. Less to feel guilty about.

Edmund watched her flee and turned away to get his coffee and scones.

He, on the other hand, remembered everything.

Yes, he was really going to need to visit the Sin.

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