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Warren's hands are covered in chocolate. Get the dishes to help you!

He'll appreciate it. If you rant to him about something he can use in the paper, he'll let you take all the messy chocolate fortune cookies off his hands, even.

Normally people are slow and gentle, even when in a hurry or flustered, as they are sometimes when, ahem, certain human needs are pressing. On occasion, it should be noted, the wind does push with a sudden storm-driven frenzy, but on average it is a gentle and slow open, a pause to step-through-if-you-please, then swing shut with a soft 'kch-clk'.

But SHE... She opens as if it were a contest of wills (which it may one day become!) and then rushes over the sill all movement and emotion, ending up halfway across the room before the close and without even a care as to how things should be done. Not a proper café entrance at all, the Café Fina door sulked, as an oblivious Momoko actually did bounce across the sill and to a halt by Warren.

Momoko held up a newspaper. "Hi! Does this mean you want to stop being my friend, because no, you're not allowed. Unless it wasn't me who gave you chocolate, and then still no, because you need more friends. I'm glad to see you didn't get turned into an animal, though. Ooh! Can I have a cookie? I'll pay for it and everything!"

Warren was perhaps even more shocked than the door was when Momoko came crashing on in. It took him a moment to gather his wits enough to formulate a proper response.

His proper response was, naturally, to hand her a cookie. One of the chocolate ones. Maybe Momoko would have better luck with them than he was?

"It was you who gave me chocolate," he answered, once the rest of his wits had found him again. "And no, I don't want to stop being your friend. It was just a case of writer's block I was complaining about."

She grinned and grabbed a seat. "I guessed it was writers block. Or more like 'ranter's block', but it pays to be safe. Plus you're silly about people and I didn't want you to think you could get rid of me that easily." Momoko took a bite of the cookie. "Mmm. Did you make these? It's good, like a cookie truffle! A bit melty, though."

"Yeah, still making them, between coming out to check for customers," Warren agreed, shrugging faintly. "The melting thing is a bit of a problem, though. Fortune cookies really weren't made to have chocolate folded into them, I guess."

He picked up a cookie of his own and eyed it for a moment before taking a bite, too.

Raspberry jam.

Momoko ate the rest of her cookie and smiled. "Have you tried maybe freezing the chocolate first? I really can't think of anything that shouldn't have chocolate in it. Except maybe chili, that would be weird. Can I have another? It is so cool that you can make these." She tilted her head for a moment and frowned. "Oh yeah. Did you leave me a box of cookies the other day? Four chocolate chip ones."

Warren frowned a little and shook his head. "No, I didn't leave anyone any cookies," he replied. "Should I have?"

He handed Momoko another chocolate-filled gooey mess. "I can send you home with a bunch of these, if you want."

"Ooh! If there's some left, I definitely want!" She took the offered cookie. "And it's not that anyone should have, but someone did. They left a box of cookies at my door with a note that said I was awesome, and that they were for me. But it wasn't signed, so I have to find out who it was."

"Secret admirer, huh?" Warren was smiling a somewhat wry smile.

And possibly in extreme denial about any form of jealousy he might be feeling. Yep.

"Must be... exciting."

"A secret admirer? Do you think so? I haven't had a boy actually like me since junior high!" Momoko's eyes lit up at the possibility, completely not noticing Warren's tone. She honestly hadn't thought of the idea of a secret admirer. Boys tended to run off as soon as she started babbling.

"I thought it was just, you know, someone who knew me, and forgot to sign the note! I was going to ask everyone because I have to give a return gift and all. They were pretty good cookies, even though there was only four."

"I don't see why it couldn't be one," Warren replied, shrugging a little as he reached for a piece of paper. Righto. As good a time as any to start writing down some more fortunes. "I mean, it isn't like people would have any reason not to like you, right?"

With that reminder, Momoko returned to normal and sighed. "Yeah. People like me, usually. But according to all the boys who've shot me down when I ask them out, I'm..." she ticked off the reasons: "too loud, too hyper, too weird. I eat too much, I watch too much tv, I am always talking about superheroes or monsters or robots or cakes or whatever. I'm not smart enough, I'm not cute enough, I'm not stylish enough, I'm too young." She paused. "Then there are the ones who are already seeing other people, but I don't count those."

She was lying, if she counted at all, she counted them all. Then she usually blew off everyone and went flying for a few hours until she could be herself again.

Edited 2008-11-17 04:50 (UTC)

Warren... had to make a face at that.

"Too everything? People who think that way are going to find pretty damn quick that they're never going to be satisfied," he stated, putting down his pen. "You need a better list than that. Something you can counter with. You have a sweet tooth, sure. So maybe that means you're too... sweet."

He shrugged. "Too loud? No, not at all. They just hear too well. And there's no such thing as too hyper. You're just energetic. Eating too much is better than not eating enough. And I should know. I've worked in restaurants for as far back as I could hold a job. Too much TV means... You're always up-to-date on the big news, or the newest... Shows. Or something. Before anyone else is. And we both know there's nothing wrong with talking about superheroes."

.... Warren needed to take a break. That was way, way too much talking for him.

Woah. Momoko blinked as he shot down almost every excuse every boy had ever given her. It was like he was standing up for her to each one of them, and she smiled. "Thank you, Warren! I tell myself that but it's hard to believe when I keep getting turned down all the time. Although I haven't really asked anyone here." She reached for another cookie. "I can't believe you made these. You said you learned in one of your old jobs?"

"I'm sure there are people around here who happen to find hyper sugar-fiends to be just right," Warren replied, fidgeting almost awkwardly with the nearest fortune cookie. Another jam one. It was starting to get kind of soggy.

"My last job, the one back in Maxville, was at the Paper Lantern. It was the Chinese restaurant in town. Sometimes their shipments of pre-made fortune cookies came in late. And fortune cookies are... kind of a staple, in a Chinese restaurant. So we'd make them ourselves, now and then."

A pause.

"They didn't typically have jam or chocolate in them, though."

"Somewhere there has to be one, right?" Momoko smiled and pointed her freshly-snagged cookie at him. "And wow you must have had the best teachers ever at that restaurant, because these are really good." She paused, cookie already at her lips. "Wait, jam? You have jam-filled ones, too? Are you holding out on me, Peace?"

"I just might be." Warren glanced at the sticky mess of raspberry jam that was starting to amass on his fingers. And then he shrugged and picked up one of the newer jam-filled cookies to offer her, as well. "The jam ones have to be eaten pretty quickly," he noted. "They get soggy, otherwise."

She chewed slowly, then nodded. "Mmm. Raspberry? It's a bit sweet but very tastey! The flavour kind of soaks into the cookie. Are you holding back any other fillings? I'm a good test subject. Really!" She bounced eagerly in her seat.

"I'm a fan of the marshmallow filling, my best." Warren poked through the cookie pile and surfaced with one such cookie. "The marshmallows may be slightly toasted. No reason."

He offered it to her, and was he smiling some more? Oh, yes. It was quite possible that he was.

Yay! Cookies! "Ooh. That dark burn-y flavour is suprisingly good! And the softness of the marshmallow doesn't really overpower the crunchy shell." She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Ah! Did you burn these yourself?"

Warren lifted a shoulder, almost sheepishly. "The dishes wouldn't let me microwave the marshmallows to see what would happen. I had to toast them somehow."

Actually, there was a small blowtorch in the back for things like the creme brulee.

Warren wasn't allowed to touch that, either.

She laughed. "I think it tastes better when it's hand-cooked, anyway."

Was he blushing now? No. No. Never.

"There aren't exactly many places you can go where your waiter will cook your marshmallows with his bare hands," he agreed.

If the people he knew back home ever found out, they'd pitch fits.

They didn't have to ever find out.

"I know! I know!" Momoko agreed eagerly. She decided not to tease him about blushing. This time. "I am totally spoiled for other waiters, now, you realize."

"I guess this means you're going to have to make a point to stop by here every Sunday," Warren mused. "That, or I'm going to have to start asking for more hours."

He was infinitely thankful that his blushing went unmentioned. This time.

Momoko laughed. "If you ask for more hours, then you'll be tired and grumpy and totally not worth being around. I guess I'm gonna have to keep showing up here on Sundays." She kept her grin and sighed. "The things a girl has to do to keep being spoiled."

"You mean I'm not grumpy now?" That was perhaps the beginnings of another small grin. "If that's the case, clearly I'm not trying hard enough. Another cookie?"

This one had chocolate and marshmallow in it. Like a fortune cookie s'more.

Brilliant.

"No. Grumpy is you in class all 'Grrrr. Better leave me alone. See? I'm frowning.'" She scrunched her face into an exaggerated frown, then laughed and eagerly accepted the offered treat. "And have you known me to turn down a cookie? That'd be the moment to call Mr Winchester because I've been taken over by brain sucking monsters. Or a toothache."

She took a bite and her eyes flew open. "Mmmm! Chocolate AND marshmallow? Not fair not to warn me. That's probably my favourite one, now, though!"

"I'll have to make more of that one," Warren decided. "The best of both worlds. I'd toss some raspberry jam into it, too, but that would probably be overkill."

Or a wagon wheel cookie gone wrong. Hm.

"If you make more, I get a percentage! Because that is totally my favourite filled cookie now. I have claimed it." She thought for a moment. "Maybe you could do chocolate and raspberry preserves? That would be dreamy! Oh oh! Or a raspberry filling but dip the whole cookie in chocolate!"

...

"I should be taking notes, shouldn't I?" Warren considered for a moment. And then he shrugged and picked up his pen, writing her suggestions down. Raspberry filling. Dipped in chocolate.

That sounded like a sugarcoma in the making.

"If you have more ideas, keep them coming. Seriously."

She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. "I am gonna get a cut of this, right? If you're gonna start selling these, I totally want in on it. There's a figure over at the Android Dungeon that I've got my eye on." She blinked and pointed at the paper. "Oh! Put down peanut butter and toasted marshmallow!"

Warren chuckled to himself and wrote that down, too.

"I wasn't thinking about marketing them. Why, do you figure I could?" He eyed the small list that was going, and absently reached for another jam-filled cookie for himself. "Set up a booth of fortune cookies at the next monthly market, or something? Of course you'd get a cut. But you'd have to help make them, too."

He figured this was fair. She could help eat the ones that didn't sell, too.

"You should! You should! I'll help; I'll even help hide the bodies when they've eaten one of the ones I make!"

Edited 2008-11-17 08:46 (UTC)

Warren's little chuckle? Was now an actual laugh.

The napkins marked it on the calendar.

"Tell you what. You help make them, and I'll... supervise. So that we don't end up putting mustard or something into them as we go." Hide the bodies. Heh. "Tuesdays aren't so great for me, because I'm usually trying to throw together a rant for the paper last minute after class. And Sundays, I'm here. But maybe some other time during the week, we can attempt to make some of these combinations you're mentioning, here."

She grinned. "Ew. Mustard? No. Even I couldn't make that mistake." Yes, she could. "And I'm open any afternoon after classes except Wednesday, because that's Flight club and Girls with Guns. And Fridays and Saturdays are wide open because I have no life. I mean, no classes."

"Maybe a Saturday sometime, then? I have history class on Fridays," Warren mused. "I'm sure we'll figure something out, anyhow. It isn't like you don't already know where I live."

The homecoming dance was evidence of that, after all.

"Yep! Saturday is definitely good for me. I'm usually just hanging around doing nothing," she smiled. "And it's not too hard to find a door when it's three away from your own, you know. And your room is on the way from my room to our floor's bathroom! I didn't have to use any of my secret stalking fangirl skills at all."

Edited 2008-11-18 02:16 (UTC)

I had completely forgotten that I made him this fairy icon. Go me!

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