J, GoB - Tuesday Afternoon

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George had promised Maron conversation with pastries, and from his less-than-a-week old knowledge of the island, he knew that the God of Biscuits was the place t'be for pastries.

But until he walked in the door, he'd expected regular stuff.  Rastons and meat pies and maybe if they were lucky, a few tarts or somethin' with fruit. 

...give him a few minutes, he was still staring at the racks and rows of sweets and pastries in the display cases.

[OOC: for that girl who agreed to pastries but open too, yes]

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Rows and rows of pastries were what Maron had expected, so she was quite pleased when she slipped in the door and saw George already there.

"Not a bad selection at all, don't you think?" she said, grinning up at him. "You seem surprised?"

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He grinned back automatically, still a little bit struck. "Never seen so many," he admitted. "Tis like the shops in th' nobles quarters."

The ones he never visited as a paying customer...

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"Nobles? I never did ask about your world, did I? It's not nearly as expensive as it looks," she assured him. "They'd never survive on an island like this if it were."

Naturally, some was more expensive than others, but really definitely not so expensive that only nobles could afford them.

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"Seems t'be different here for almost everything," he agreed, less worried about the money than stunned at the variety. "Would ye like t'pick? Ye probably know better than me what's worth tryin'."

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Maron grinned. "Anything you don't like in things? Any allergies?"

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"Ah," George kinda stared at her. "...tis food, right? I'm good wi' that."

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"Just checking!" she said, holding up her hands. "Some people can't eat some things and I wouldn't want you getting sick on me or anything. How about a tray so you can try a bunch of things?"

Maron was going to do that anyway, as she swept up to the counter and started pointing things out. Clearly, he needed a pastry education.

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A tray was speedily acquired and held at ready for said pastry education.

"Di'nt know you could get sick on food," George admitted, watching what she was pointing out. "Unless tis bad or some such." He pointed at a tartlet. "Is that one cherry?"

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"It's easier to get sick on food the richer it is," she explained, glancing at what he'd pointed out. "Yes it is--and yes," Maron added, "please add that as well--and a lot of pastries are rich."

She picked out peanut-butter chocolate chip squares, apricot-almond tarts, lemon squares, chocolate mousse and paused considering what else to add.

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"Never would have guessed that," he teased, totally trying to cover his amazement at the variety. There was a turnover type thing that almost looked familiar and he pointed at that. "Should we try that too?"

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"That one?" she said, and nodded. "Definitely. And... this one here, please."

Because the itty bitty little cream puff swans (http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3096/2631703475_88e67760a4.jpg?v=0) were utterly adorable.

"That's everything for now, unless you see something else you want to try?"

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"Let's leave some to try later," George decided and his mun really wanted one of those swans now.

He glanced up at the shopgirl, handing her the amount of money she said and really hoping he'd counted the odd paper money properly.

It was a pretty shop now that he'd looked at more than the exits and the vast racks of pastries. "Do we want t'sit down?" he asked Maron.

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"Better sitting down than standing up to try these," she said, grinning at him. "That seat there's got a pretty good view of the exits."

Maron figured he'd appreciate that.

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George grinned back. "A lass after m' own heart," he said, heading towards the table and waiting for her to settle in before he sat. Shockingly the boy had something like manners. Must have been his mother's influence. "What should we be startin' with, d'you think?"

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"As I picked most of them out," she said logically, "I think it's your turn to pick."

"I'd advise starting with something that has fruit in it though," Maron added primly. "As chocolate tends to be the best last."

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"Cherries then," George said instantly, reaching to pull that one to the middle. "We almost never have cherries at home. Hard t'grow, I guess."

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"Maybe your climate is a bit wrong for them?" she said, smiling. "I'm not that great with plants though, so don't take my word for it."

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He shook his head. "'M no farmer," George made a teasing face at her. "Which ye already know."

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She offered him a fork.

"I might have guessed that after yesterday," she said teasingly. "Though what that means for you guessing about me..."

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Oh, hey, fork, fork was a good idea. Really. He'd been about to think of it.

"Lass in a shop," he said instantly, teasing back. "One that sells ribbons p'haps."

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"I like ribbons," she admitted, slipping a napkin onto her lap absently. "But I don't sell them, I'm afraid."

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"Be a waste if y'did," George said, copying the napkin thing without a comment.

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"Oh?" she asked archly. "Now how would doing something as sweet as ribbon selling be a waste?"

She was just going to try that pastry now, yes. He was taking forever!

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Good, if she tried it first then he didn't have to wait for her, and right after Maron tried some, he went for a bite too.

"'M sure it wouldn't be a total waste," George pointed out. "But when ye can climb in a window, why would ye?"

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"Because my best friend's father is a cop," she said, making a face at him. "And I made a promise that I wasn't ever going to make her cry by getting myself caught. She'd never get it."

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He nodded. "Promised me mam the same thing when I was a lad." He paused. "Maybe not th' crying part. She'd be more likely to kick m' ass."

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Maron shook her head.

"I don't really do it all that often anyway," she explained. "So I'd need a proper job no matter what."

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"What's yer proper job then?" he asked curiously. "D'you - what d'you mean not all that often?"

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"I attend school like a normal girl," Maron said promptly. "That's my job, that and taking care of the house."

She ate another bite. "I have a patron," she said, picking her words carefully. "Who has me get things for him."

That was a novel description for God, Maron.

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Sadly both descriptions would have made the same amount of sense to George.

"What kind of things?" he asked. He knew there were some nobles involves at some level with th' Court, but it wasn't something he approved of or dealt with really. "Our nobles don' really - get into things like that. To hooked up with th' Palace an' Provost."

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"Mostly artwork," she said with a laugh. "Which makes yesterday's class rather silly for me."

An easy 'A'?

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"Aye, but you'll be th' best lass in the class at it," George pointed out. "Show th' teacher tisn't just fancy tricks that are needed."

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Er.

"As long as she doesn't want me to explain all of the tech!" Maron laughed. "I'd fail then."

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We'd let George have his delusions.

"Twas th' other blonde lass who looked t'know about th' tech," George pointed out. "Plus th' teacher could always explain it herself."

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For now, anyway!

"True," she said, and winked. "Besides, I wouldn't want people actually paying attention to me that much!"

A beat.

"What do you think of the pastry?"

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Makes it more fun when they're shattered!

"Yer patron wouldn't like it?"

He nodded quickly with wide eyes, having tasted more than a few of the pastries by now. "Tis - I've never had anythin' like it."

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Of course!

"My patron," a bit of a rueful smile, "wouldn't mind all that much, but it'd make me uncomfortable."

A bit of a Gallic shrug to that.

Maron smiled, looking down at the tray. "I'm glad you're enjoying them." She was after all, though he'd eaten more than her.

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He nodded slowly. "Are ye from this world then?" Very few people were, as far as he'd heard so far.

"Very much so," he said, almost embarrassed at having eaten more, but she had a fork too, didn' she? And he'd known gixies who ate far more than him so it hopefully wasn't that he'd been hoggin' the food. "An' ye? They are good, yes?"

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"One really close to it," she said thoughtfully. "There's a few minor differences."

Like angels and Gods and demons.

"Very good," she laughed. "Don't worry about me at all--I don't eat that much."

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"As ye say, lass," George said, giving her a crooked grin. "Thank ye for introducin' me to all this."