Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

[begmetwice]

Today, what with it being fall now -- or, at the very least, close enough that aspiring, cooler-preferring minds might try to will it as such -- Irene was hard at work decorating her front display table.

Yes, yes, of course it was resplendent with pumpkins and little leaves and a candle here and there scented like apples or 'harvest.' Certainly.

But, you know. Other things might steal the focus a bit.

Dite's was open.

[every single link is NSFW and creatively so!]

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[special_rabbit]

Well, now, it would seem that Amaya had herself a class on Wednesdays (one that she absolutely could not live with herself for missing, considering it involved one of her favorite things ever taught by someone who still remained among her favorite students through the years), and, wouldn't you know it if that didn't mean that when that class was over, she'd be passing through town and by Irene's shop and...well, the Perk was definitely out of the way to swing by conveniently, but J,GoB wasn't (by much), and so, wouldn't you know, in she came with a bag and a shake of her head and her eyes very, very much avoiding any displays being set up, lest the class she'd just left start having her brain trying to concoct up some sex toy-related Rube Goldberg machine that no one needed in her life.

(And lest she start getting any thoughts regarding that green one...)

"Irene," she announced stoutly, "you're just not going to believe what just happened over at the bakery just now..."

[begmetwice]

Irene would pay just about any sum of any currency to be privy to any thoughts regarding the green one, particularly if and when those thoughts veered into a collision with perpetual-motion machines.

"Tall order, 'round here," Irene replied with a grin, glancing up from where she was arranging that tentacle-y grinder toy just so. (And was just so sort of...angled towards Amaya in the hopes of sneaking into her peripheral vision despite her efforts, because Irene knew her audience, and some things never changed? Of course.) "But try me, love, what on earth happened at the bakery?"

[special_rabbit]

She'd likely just need that money to purchase herself some high-grade explosive ballistic weaponry, really, because those thoughts were going to be locked down inside the sturdiest of mental vault, thank you very much.

"Bungled up the order," she explained to Irene, although it would be fair if you didn't realize that's who this answer was addressed to, the way her eyes were very distinctly off in the opposite direction of whatever angling was happening with that display, and thus hardly focused on the woman doing the angling. She did hold up the bag, though, for additional emphasis. "Almost like they're taking a page from the Perk, or something! Got me scones instead of muffins, and, well, for the trouble, they figured I might as well keep all of them, but what am I going to do, with all those baked goods? But then I remembered, why, Irene's shop's just a stone's throw away, I'll just swing on by, see if she might be interested in lending a helping hand on this particular conundrum..."

[begmetwice]

You know, there were very few things that could divert Irene's attention away from a good Amaya-taunt involving a creatively-shaped dildo. But apparently scones would do the trick enough that Irene at least put the toy down.

Or, well. Perhaps not the scones themselves, so much as how much she adored this little dance. "You're sweet to think of me, Amaya," she replied, and she of course meant in light of this accident, and was not, naturally, referencing the moment Amaya had likely deliberately ordered scones. "I think I could take a break from the display -- " and look, she'd let up a bit, but as though she couldn't gesture on the word display "-- for a scone or two. Just to help."

What were good...friendly business acquaintances for, after all?

[special_rabbit]

Amaya nodded, her eyes chancing a glance toward Irene as she did so, though she decided very quickly that it was still too dangerous for something like actually looking in that general direction and her eyes were right back to some vague spot opposite it again. "Figured you would," she said. "There's blueberry. And pumpkin." She sighed, shaking her head. "Pretty sure they weren't letting me leave without something pumpkin, to be honest."

[begmetwice]

"Isn't it early for that?" Irene wondered, demonstrating that she was occasionally very merciful as she stepped away from the display table towards Amaya, in an effort towards something like eye contact. (Mind, still backdropped by a sex shop, though perhaps it helped to not actually be waving suggestive monster dicks and the like around.) "Granted, I'm decorating for Halloween," in case it had not been noticed? "but I swear I think they start that pumpkin thing earlier every year."

A pause, a little more sidling over, a playful attempt at a peek in the bag. "Not a complaint, mind. I'm quite fond of the stuff."

[special_rabbit]

Surely, Amaya had no idea what decorating Irene was referring to; she hadn't noticed a thing!

And the peeking would turn out to be wholly unnecessary, as now that Irene had sidled into a much safer proximity, Amaya could even look her way enough to make sure that when she handed the bag over for perusal, it wasn't going to be inadvertently and awkwardly just shoved into the other woman's face.

"I tried it some coffee the other day," she was somewhat proud to report, even if it did come with a shake of her head. "Not the worst thing in the world, but I just don't get what the hype is."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

It had been a while since Jon had dropped by to see Irene, and he was looking forward to seeing her.

But he paused when he saw the display. "Good lord."