J,GoB; Sunday Morning [10/27].

[beautiful_boc]

So a funny thing had happened last week. One would think that Boc, as inclined toward hermitage and generally avoiding people as he was wont, would have found the quiet of the island in the mass exodus for the school trip to be a blissful relief, bit he'd found her felt....rather the opposite. It was too quiet, he felt, even for him. Because even if he wasn't one to interact or be social with people, he'd grown to find comfort in the thought that he could if he did want to. He missed....well, if not maybe people exactly, but he missed the idea of them, the possibility of them. So many people gone made him feel bit nervous, so, knowing that everyone was back again, he felt that particular nervousness melt away, as if some balance had been restored.

And, in the effort to keep that balance and that unexpected comfort, he hobbled his way to the bakery, to get his cinnamon roll (yes, fine, okay, he'll take thr pumpkin spice one!), and claim his usual spit tucked away in the corner to enjoy it.

[[ i have no idea what kind of day i'm walking into at work so I might be slow, I might not be, but the post is certainly open for all your baked good needs! ]]

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[ifwebeworthy]

Apparently transferring your medical license between states could take three to six months.

It didn't have to! It was practically automatic if both states were in the interstate licensure compact, which Maryland was! New York? Not so much. There was also expedited processing if your case was clear-cut enough, which Don was willing to bet his was not, what with the having been erased from reality for ten years and all.

Don was just going to go ahead and add this to the 'Tony Stark's fault' tab (No, not that Tony Stark. The other one) and treat himself to a slice of pie and a coffee. He deserved them.

As he juggled plate, cup, and walking stick like an old pro on his way to his table, he glanced over at Boc and said, "Good morning."

[beautiful_boc]

It would probably always startle Boc, at least a little bit, when someone he didn't really know actually acknowledged his existence, but it was a little less so, today, especially having noted Don't entrance with a curious sort of attention. So the small start smoothed into a bobbing nod over his cinnamon roll and a stammered, "Y-yes, hel-hello. Good morning, sir. Happy Sunday. Very good day for treats, isn't it?"

[ifwebeworthy]

Happy...Sunday? Sure, why not? "Something like that," Don muttered as he set his things down at a table. Three to six months. He understood why they couldn't pass medical licenses out like candy, but still. "Hi. Don Blake."

Dr. Don Blake, Thor murmured in the back of his mind, and Don muttered under his breath, "Not in Maryland."

[beautiful_boc]

Boc wasn't anyone to comment on anyone's name, but he did feel he'd been in this world long enough to note that Donblake Notinmaryland was a bit odd, compared to some of the others he'd encountered, although not necessarily in a bad way! It did sort of have a nice glow to it!

"Hello," he said again, with another bobbing nod of his head. "Name's Boc. Boc the Seamster. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

So far he was, anyway. One could never quite tell with these things.

[ifwebeworthy]

Don could have asked what the hell a 'seamster' was--it felt like it could have been a supervillain thing, honestly--but instead just went with, "Nice to meet you, as well. Do you come here often?" Don tended to frequent the more coffee-forward establishments.

[beautiful_boc]

"Oh," Boc answered with almost a touch of eagerness, because that was an easy one, "I try and make it here nearly every Sunday, if I can! I don't always, though. I haven't, actually, for a while. I do love their cinnamon rolls, but sometimes, it's a bit...much. For me. With all...well, with all the people..."

That statement seemed punctuated ironically with just how quiet the bakery actually was at that moment, which might also be the crux of why Boc was having such an easy time of it today.

He ventured a cautiously curious glance toward Donblake's table.

"And is that some pie you've gotten today?"

[ifwebeworthy]

"Apple," Don confirmed. He was awfully fond of apples, just not in coffee, Thor. "I got some good news, so I'm celebrating. And then some not so great news, so it's also consolation pie." The pie could multitask. "The cinnamon rolls are good here, huh? I'll keep that in mind for the future."

[beautiful_boc]

"I've never had one before coming here," Boc said, cautiously tearing off another piece for himself. "We haven't got anything like this where I'm from or, if we do, it certainly wouldn't be for the likes of me."

He popped that piece into his mouth and chewed a little, swallowing before adding, "Congratulations. On your good news. And I'm sorry to hear about your not so great news, as well."

[ifwebeworthy]

"Well, that's life," Don said with a shrug. "Could be worse, right? Where are you from?" That didn't have cinnamon rolls. "I'm from New York," he added, and after a moment's thought, continued with, "Which is another state that's part of the country we're in. A bit north of here. One of the realities with the Avengers and whatnot," if that information would be helpful.

[beautiful_boc]

That information absolutely was not, but Boc was still grateful for it regardless.

"What is it that they Avenge?" he wondered. "These Avengers? And, oh, I'm from a place called the Lands Between. It's quite terrible, really, although I do sometimes miss it. Mostly the Erdtree. And the moons. We've got two of them, and one is quite large, much larger than the one here, and the Erdtree....oh, it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, all golden and looming over everything. When the wind blows and its leaves glisten golden as they flutter and fall..."

Here, Boc let out a wistful sigh, once again wondering if being in the Erdtree's light would make everything else about that horrible place worth it.

"It's much better here, though, overall. People are much nicer. And the food."

Another piece of cinnamon roll went into his mouth as if to prove it.

[ifwebeworthy]

"Whatever needs avenging," Don said. "It's just a name. Jan came up with it, and she was always good at branding." Phil Coulson who? "That does sound pretty, but nicer people and food has a lot to recommend it, too, I would think." Imagine a world without cinnamon rolls. Tragic.