Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

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While the cornucopia bearing dildos and plugs of all sorts still spilled forth in the front of the shop -- evocative toys looking like corn or carrots, a tiny buzzy egg or two, a butt plug shaped like a turkey -- Irene was already looking ahead. While next week brought a holiday that she, frankly, still didn't quite see the point of (but she did like the food), the subsequent retail season was already pushing in at the edges.

So, having already swathed the cash wrap in greenery and classy red bows, Irene was looking up whether there was any inventory she needed to rush here by next Friday. She already had plenty of candy canes, and so many dirty snowmen, but she really had dropped the ball on how much oil tied into Hanukkah. Sure, sure, she had all that blue wax in the back still, but Hanukkah massage oil was a real hole in her game from last year's holiday retail season.

Anyway. Dite's was open!

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[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon paused in the entry to give a side-eye to that turkey, because - no, you know, he was determinedly not going to wonder how it would work, because then he would probably Know.

He was just going to give it a pass and come in to say hello.


[I know it's late, but I've missed these two talking.]

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"Jooooooon," Irene trilled affectionately in greeting as she looked up from her mobile. "Do you think the cornucopia needs more...something?"

She was sure he probably thought it had entirely enough something, but you know. Had to ask.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"An American flag?" Jon asked. "Or, um. Maybe something with one of those godawful Puritan hats, since they, well, screwed so many people over."

Look, he didn't have to want to use one to recognise a perfect opening (ha).

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"Beautifully done, Jon," Irene told him, actually offering up a tidy little golf clap for that. "And they're recognizably Thanksgiving-y. No one wears those dreadful buckle-hats any other time of year."

Seriously, who had ever thought that had looked good? They'd been wrong. (They'd also been wrong about ruffs! Hot take!)

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon gave her a small smile. "The Puritans were dreadful about any number of things." Including the ruffs, yes. And so much else.

"I hope you've been well."

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"Most recently, I've been nine," Irene replied, grinning at him. "Did you turn all wee and bitty over the weekend again, too?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I did, yes. I was eight. Still rather frightened of anything larger than myself." Which didn't take much. "I, um. I feel better now, though. Than I did before the weekend, I mean."

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"Were you feeling poorly prior to the weekend?" Irene asked, mentally chastising herself for not having checked in on him more thoroughly prior to now. "Or was it just a nice pick-me-up?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"It's...um." Jon looked around instead of at Irene, although that didn't exactly prove much of a comfort. "Billy, one of the men living in my building, he'd been...helping me. With statements. He went home."