Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

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The store had been closed on Wednesday, but Aphrodite had come in for a few minutes to put in an order for candy. After all, it was Halloween, and while she hadn't seen a lot of young children on the island, there were the kids from the school and it was Fandom. So, candy it was, of all different kinds, and there would be unpacking today so things were ready for tomorrow.

And it had to be done today, because she wouldn't be here tonight. Tonight she was meeting Cupid and his family at the Happiest Place on Earth to spend the night before the Scariest Night of the Year.

But for now, there were two things to do. First, organize the candy and get it into bowls.

Second, figure out what her costume would be.

"No, I will not dress as a fairy godmother, Hercules, I don't care what Cupid suggested."

The cat tilted his head at her.

"I don't care if I look good in the costume! I'm not doing it!"

If cats could talk, Hercules probably would have said, "Suuuuuuure."

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: Post is open! Yes, Dite's going to Disneyland for fireworks. If you are a friend of hers, and if you don't have anything to do tonight, and if you want to come by to ask nicely, she might be willing to take you along. Anyone from the Karla plot is welcome if they need a place to unwind. Contact me by IM or email if you're interested. If no one is, no big deal. No, this doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I've seen this particular fireworks show twice in the last week and will probably go once more just for the heck of it. Why do you ask?)

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[glacial_queen]

And here would be a Karla, coming into the shop carrying a big plate of homemade cookies. 'Dite would be able to tell they were homemade, as no self-respecting (or even self-loathing) bakery would ever sell these cookies to the general public. At least, not for actualy consumption.

Still, Karla looked awfully pleased with herself. "Hi, 'Dite," she called. "So, I gave what you said some thought and since I couldn't sleep last night anyway, I got up and baked everybody cookies to say thank you."

She proudly placed a platter full of (what she insisted were) cookies down on the counter in front of 'Dite, much like Hercules leaving the carcass of a bird in her shoe.

Clearly, a lot of effort had gone into them. They were painstakingly decorated with frosting, baking gel, sprinkles, anything Karla could find. The decorations showed that they were meant to be jack-o-lanterns, which was useful since the otherwise hard, gray lumps weren't actually indicative of cookies, never mind anything more complicated than that.

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

'Dite was pleased to see Karla, and set aside the bowl of candies that she'd been slowly filling. "Karla! Why, thank you so much!"

She looked down at the plate of cookies, then up at Karla with a raised eyebrow. "These are for me?"

Right. Tentatively she picked one up, cupping it in her hand. Hopefully, Karla didn't notice the tiny little zap that changed the cookie from a grey lump to an actual edible morsel.

"Mm. Very nice!"

[glacial_queen]

Karla beamed. "They are?" she asked, looking pleased. "I"m not a very good baker. I'd brought some pastries from J,GoB to go along with them, so people would have something to eat, too, but if these're good, that's even better!"

Suggesting that Karla was lousy at cooking was like saying Ares occasionally enjoyed a good brawl.