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JGoB, Sunday morning
Going to the bakery on the weekends was almost a routine for Stark and routines were useful. Routines were good for keeping himself more grounded and for keeping him from being stuck in his own head. At least some of the time that worked, anyway.
And then there was the fact that he just genuinely enjoyed the bakery. It was comfortable there and he did love his baked goods.
Today's special, which the staff seemed very proud of, were sugar cookies decorated with edible flowers.
Stark was sitting at a table with a plate of those flower cookies in front of him and a box with cupcakes, decorated with icing flowers rather than real ones, for later.
[Open, of course, for baked good or alien needs though I will disappear for a bit later this afternoon]
And then there was the fact that he just genuinely enjoyed the bakery. It was comfortable there and he did love his baked goods.
Today's special, which the staff seemed very proud of, were sugar cookies decorated with edible flowers.
Stark was sitting at a table with a plate of those flower cookies in front of him and a box with cupcakes, decorated with icing flowers rather than real ones, for later.
[Open, of course, for baked good or alien needs though I will disappear for a bit later this afternoon]

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So Faye wandered into the bakery, still wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses as she ordered that cake and a big coffee to go with it, and it was only once that was done with her rambling order (and the staff was clearly irritated with her, oblivious though Faye was) that she noticed Stark.
"Morning, Stark!" she called cheerfully. Look how good a mood she was in. She was greeting people like she liked them and everything.
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And awkward conversations were just a this weekend tradition, maybe. But maybe it wasn't? She'd said hello and maybe he just overthought everything.
"Morning, Faye."
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"I'm gonna sit with you," she decided, because asking was for other people, and strode over with her coffee and her cake to do exactly that. "Do your cookies have real flowers on them?"
Weird.
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He certainly wasn't going to complain about the company so he nodded when she sat down.
"They do. Would you like one?"
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Faye was wise in the ways of the world, clearly.
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Some plants were people but why go down that road right now?
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"They're pretty," Faye noted, suspicious and skeptical. "Almost too pretty to eat."
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"They're for eating," Stark pointed out. "I promise they aren't poisonous. I wouldn't poison you."
He'd just take a bite to prove it.
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Maybe it was a future thing?
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"I don't think there are that many you can eat, here," Stark said. "These are fine. And some others. It wasn't unheard of where I was before either."
The Scarrans definitely ate flowers!
"...If there's poison I'll take you to the clinic. I promise."
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And after a moment, she commented, "You know, that's pretty much what I expected a flower cookie to taste like?" Like how they smelled, plus sugar. "Though honestly this would probably be a great vehicle for poison."
Just to say.
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He took another bite of his cookie before continuing. "I don't think anyone here deserves it."
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It had only been a little over a week since prom. She had forgiven nor forgotten nothing.
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Were you in cahoots with Anakin, Stark? It didn't seem like it, but never could be too sure.
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"I think..." Stark began. "I'm fairly sure it was the owner of that ship I borrowed."
Taking revenge being best served cold a little too seriously, maybe.
"It could have been someone else but I think it was him. Seemed like him."
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So, like, she could blame you for getting doused, there, Stark? Could she just go ahead and make this a hundred percent your fault?
"I still like that you stole a ship," she added. She just also really disliked the whole ice thing.
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Maybe it had been his fault?
"You have mentioned you enjoyed the ship stealing. Borrowing. It's not something that happens often..."
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That being said, the ship theft did make it a little better, actually. "You can call it borrowing all you want but it doesn't change anything," she added with a bright smile.
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"It may have been retaliation," Stark conceded with a little sigh. "For the ship. Or the class? Like the bed was. Could be both. Maybe he was just feeling cruel that evening. Or bored? And it was borrowing. We brought it back! Mostly unscathed. Maybe we shouldn't have."
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Obviously John and Hannibal and Lucille and Seivarden and Miguel -- especially Miguel -- were terrible, and Faye and Stark had just, you know, gone along with things. Innocents that they were.
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"We weren't the worst ones," he agreed, reaching for another cookie as well. "The class was Constantine's idea. At least we were there to chaperone when we were supposed to. We should have been rewarded for that at least instead of punished before we even had a chance to do anything wrong."
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Except how, you know, it wasn't. At all. And how Faye was never doing anything perfectly innocent.
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And, really, Faye had wanted to show him something. Just nothing that could possibly be construed as innocent.
"Though... I'm not sure anyone would believe it was innocent." Nothing about that week had been innocent.
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She knew perfectly well that she did not.
"At least until proven guilty, all that."
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Innocent people weren't very fun.
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"Well, it wasn't meant as an insult."
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Like, she'd felt free enough to be as bold as she wanted, but Faye hadn't done anything last week that she hadn't at least thought about doing once or twice before.
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"I didn't know," he admitted quietly. "Thought it was."
Baniks with half a face weren't exactly in high demand, in his experience.