J,GoB; Sunday Morning [12/01].

[beautiful_boc]

The person taking the orders at the bakery had that look on their face when Boc came in that morning, the sort of look that made him feel very tempted to just turn around and hobble right back out that door, because it meant that something different was going to be foisted upon him.

Granted, he did usually like what they foisted on him here at the bakery, especially since he wasn't one to stray from the usual without that little push, but it came with a sort of excitement that made him feel wary and uncertain regardless. But it was good track record that had him sucking in a breath and bolstering himself rather than just immediately going back to curl up under the counter at his own shop.

"So, then," he said as he approached the counter, brushing some of the oddly sweet snow that had been clinging to his fur off his shoulders before straining his neck to be able to see over it a little better, "what is it this time?"

Apparently, peppermint white chocolate sweet rolls, which was explained to him to be "much more Christmas-y," whatever that meant, but he dutifully accepted the suggestion and loped his way on over to his usual corner table to enjoy.

[[ and, of course, open bakery is open! ]]