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Boc had actually been looking forward to a trip to thr bakery that Sunday. He was actually feeling like indulging in his usual cinnamon roll, but also fruit tart, much to the delight of the staff. He didn't understand why they should even care that he'd have even one pastry, let alone two, but it did feel rather nice that they seemed to approve and it made their day, somehow,a little better.

So, with his two treats, he hobbled over to his corner table to settle in and enjoy his Sunday.

[[ and open, of course, for all your baked goods needs! ]]

beautiful_boc

The last few weeks had brought on a lot of new tings (comparatively speaking) for Boc, from having a new employee at the store that was also a half-beastie like himself (albeit much different), to taking a class that some of his other employees signed him up for. So when he came into the shop, he was very firm about sticking with something familiar and certain.

Well.

Firm for Boc.

Which meant that he'd protested slightly, but still wound up trying some new summer-y pastry that had at the shop in addition to his usual cinnamon roll.

Ah, well. It was delicious, though, so he wasn't going to complain.

(Not outloud anyway).

[[ open bakery is open! ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc's visits to the bakery on Sunday mornings had become a bit more infrequent, and he was fine with that. It made it feel all the more special and meaningful when he actually did manage to make it out there, to enjoy either his trusted old cinnamon roll option or whatever other new thing had come in. Today, he was not terribly convinced by the offerings, and so therefor would be leaning into his usual, but he was honestly a bit too distracted by something else to focus on choosing something new, as well as the distress of deciding whether or not to say anything.

Maybe after his cinnamon, when he was leaving, he would bring it up, because that way, if they got angry at him for it, he would have still had his treat, and he could just scamper off and never show his miserable, ugly face in the bakery ever again.

It was just....well, he'd noticed that a few of the staff's aprons were looking just a bit threadbare, and once he'd noticed it, he couldn't really think of much else, and maybe if they'd just let him patch them up for them...

So, while he sat at his corner table, tearing apart pieces of cinnamon roll to munch on, he was also working on building up the courage to offer his services for those poor, poor aprons.

[[ open post is open! trying to be optimistic about my chances before going into work lol ]]

stykera

Stark had wanted to sit in the park for a while but thunderstorms kept threatening ~~according to the weather app~~ and so he was settling for sitting by the window in the bakery looking out at the park and the ~~probable~~ rain while eating some coffee cheesecake.

Two of the bakers had had a whispered conversation about him that had stopped while he ordered. "You, uh, you good man?"

"I'm fine," Stark had said, nodding to them as he took his cheesecake to his table. The whispers resumed and he pretended not to hear. It wasn't anything harmful.

[Open bakery is, in fact, open to all. For all your baked good and/or alien needs.]

mustbeawitch

It was Easter morning, which meant that of course Lydia and her children were definitely going to church after this. No, really. You couldn't miss church on Easter.

They just needed to fortify themselves first. With pastry. A serious conversation was underway at their table about whether or not cats went to church. George thought they didn't, but Kit pointed out that Aunt Kitty did, so there, and Lydia couldn't say she was wrong. Lydia, for her part, would have said cats didn't eat croissants, but Kit's little familiar was proving her decidedly wrong on that point.

(Open bakery is open!)

beautiful_boc

It had been a little while since Boc last managed to make it out to thr bakery on a Sundag morning, due to one anxiety or another. So much so that when the staff, happy to see him returning, offered to give him even more than just him usual cinnamon roll, he didn't even feel the urge to argue!

Well, he did protest a little, but not too much, leading him to settle at his usual table in the corner with not one, not two, not even three, but four treats to try!

And there was the anxiety again, over which one to even start with!

[[ a slow Sunday? Sounds fake but we'll see! Open! ]]

mustbeawitch

As part of her determination to canvas all of the island's dining establishments, Lydia had sent out a message to the Supper Club regulars letting them know they would be meeting this week at the bakery, perhaps a bit earlier than usual as it closed before traditional supper hours. So it was more of Afternoon Treat Club this week, although there might be enough savory options in the cases for one to cobble together an evening meal, if they liked.

Or one could just eat cake for dinner. That was their choice.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

beautiful_boc

Since Boc's excursions and errands the previous day had been a bit more eventful than usual, he considered that he'd met his social quota for the week and could likely skip out on the bakery without feeling too bad about it, but then that would mean skipping out on having his cinnamon roll, and, well, that was far less pleasant, and so he was still there, with his usual cinnamon roll (and something called a cruller? That had been recommended to him by the staff), in his usual seat in the corner, with his usual hope that the trend of things being quiet would continue.

But yesterday didn't have him very convinced, what with how these things usually went, but he supposed only time would tell how correct he was in that assumption, and, until then, he at least had a tasty treat to enjoy while ruminating a bit on some new projects to start when he got back to the shop.

[[ open bakery is always open~ ! ]]

beautiful_boc

As much as he was wont to stay huddled and hidden in his shop to pass the days, especially in this colder weather, Boc was still going to try and make it into the bakery for his usual Sunday treat. It was really the only thing that had him even keeping up with the passage of time as it was kept here, and there was such a nice ritual to it that he truly did feel off when he'd missed it for one reason or anything.

Plus, the cinnamon rolls were delicious, and they'd given him one with sprinkles this time, which was a lot of fun. And much better than when they gave him ones with extra icing, since that icing really did make a terrible mess of his paws and he did try to be nice and neat when he ate.

Although he still preferred using his claws over a fork.

It had also been so quiet lately that he was pretty confident he could sit there in his corner with his little torn-up pieces of pastry all by his comfortable lonesome, too. There might have even been some contented humming and headbobbing, although only the squirrels would likely be privy to that.

[[ open, of course! ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc had a new hat! It was the one he'd knitted from his holiday fair yarn, and he was terribly proud of it, replacing his old worn cap with it, at least for his excursion out for his cinnamon roll. And the clerks noticed and even complimented it, which was terribly embarrassing but also felt quite nice, so he was feeling rather pleased with himself as he settled into his usual spot in the corner.

He was already dreaming, too, of perhaps a lovely scarf to work on this week to go with it!

[[ open for all your baked goods needs! ]]

beautiful_boc

Blame the deer he'd encountered on the way over for his usual cinnamon roll, but Boc decided he was craving cookies much more for some reason. Of course, he had trouble deciding which cookies sounded the best, leaving him with an assortment of them spread out before him on his usual corner table.

He took careful bites of them, one at a time, in order, chewing them thoughtfully as he tried to determine which might be his favorites.

An impossible decision to make, really, when they were all quite good by their own merits.

But he would probably also be grabbing a cinnamon roll on the way out, too, because none of them would manage to satisfy that particular inclination.

[[ oooopen! Let's see if work behaves for me ]]

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! ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc was, unsurprisingly, completely out of the loop as far as anything that might have been going on that weekend. After all, he kept mostly to himself and it hadn't done anything to him, so why would have have? All he knew was that he did eventually have to extract himself from underneath all those coats eventually and get back to work, and just mill about the shop as usual until Sunday came around.

And, when Sunday came around, he'd meander his way on over to the bakery, for his usual cinnamon roll, which he took over to his usual table in the corner, after receiving a rather cryptic but chuckling comment from the server that commented on how it was a good thing Boc got here bright and early before all the kids got there first!

Leaving Boc to settle in and wonder what in the world he might have meant by that and if it was something he needed to be worried about.

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

ifwebeworthy

There hadn't been any servants around this morning, so Thor had had to get himself ready with the advice, if not assistance, of what he had decided was not a dread spirit but rather his imaginary friend Don.

Despite finding being relegated to imaginary friend status kind of hurtful (though he found tiny Thor adorable and hoped someone got pictures), Don, not trusting tiny Thor in the kitchen at all, had directed him to the bakery, and so there was a tiny prince of Asgard inspecting the baked goods on display thoughtfully, trying to pick the very best one(s) with which to break his fast.

I don't suppose you can lift Mjolnir like this. Actually, from what Don remembered of its history, Mjolnir shouldn't have existed yet, but Thor didn't bat an eye at the question.

"Oh, no. I'm probably centuries off from that."

Great. Maybe it wouldn't last long? What about the blueberry muffin?

"Hmmmmmm..."

J,GoB is open, and currently hosting a very small prince of Asgard and his 'imaginary friend' for breakfast.

(OOC: For those who can see ghosts and such, Don will be tagging along with Thor in his (glowy and transparent) spirit form for the weekend, the better to at least try to supervise!)

beautiful_boc

Boc was back at his corner table again this week, with his cinnamon roll, of course, and a deep feeling of regret and remorse lingering still over what happened with the bean bag chair last week. And as much as he'd like to say it was really a matter that they should have been made with a much higher quality material and fabric, the fact of the matter was that his claws had accidentally torn into the one he'd been sitting in when he got up, and from there, frantic and surprised and feeling just terrible about it, it only got worse.

Worse enough that he almost considered skipping out on this week out of shame and embarrassment, but he felt this week was a good opportunity to show that he'd learned his lesson, to drop a few extra coins in the tip jar to compensate for the incident, and prove that he knew he was much better sticking to chairs that couldn't be ripped and spill its contents all over the floor from now on.

Plus, he just really wanted a cinnamon roll.

[[ and open for all your baked good needs, of course! ]]

ifwebeworthy

Today was Don's forty-eighth birthday.

At least, that was what his driver's license said. Physically, he thought he was somewhere in the middle of being thirty-seven, although...well, if he thought about it too much--all the little bits and pieces of time when he had been Thor and therefore probably not aging, all the years he hadn't existed at all that comprised the official beginning of his life--he'd go crazy.

If you added it all up and subtracted it, he might not even be old enough to drive.

But hey, any excuse for a cupcake, right? So here he was, with two cupcakes sitting in front of him, because the pumpkin one came with cream cheese frosting, which was clearly superior, but the chocolate was chocolate. Now he just had to decide which one to eat first. Decisions, decisions...

(Open bakery is open!)

beautiful_boc

After a week of working on adding capes to a plethora of snuggies at the shop, Boc had been feeling rather accomplished and proud of his handiwork, and was not only looking forward to his weekly cinnamon roll, but he was actually feeling quite a bit like he'd earned it. His long, clawed, fuzzy fingers danced eager in anticipation as he put in his order, and, when he received the treat, he let out a very appreciative bout of gratitude toward the servers and went eagerly loping over to his corner table to enjoy it.

But then he stopped, his attention caught by a particularly soft looking set of beanbag chairs just slightly off to the side of where he usually sat. Still against the wall, just not in the corner, though the did look comfortable, especially for a creature so prone to nesting as Boc was.

He gave a glance to his usual table.

He looked back toward the beanbags.

There was a small whimper for the distress of indecision, and apology offered to his usual table, and then, with no small swell of excitement, he changed course to settle comfortably in the beanbag chair, wriggling a little inside of it to get comfortable and wondering why he'd never noticed such lovely, comfortable chairs before!

He should get some for underneath the counter at the shop!

[[ work-related slowness very likely on my end, but the post is most certainly open for all your baked-good needs! ]]

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! ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc had managed to keep himself out of trouble lately, and so he felt there was really no reason to mess with that with things like going outside or doing things. However, it had been an awfully long time since he'd gone and had a cinnamon roll, so he figured, if he just scamper in, got what he wanted, and then quickly scamper off to the shopagain, it would all be fine.

What he hadn't accounted for (and how could he have possibly??) was how excited the staff was to see him come in again. Absolutely bewildered hy such a reaction, Boc's protests about them making him something nice and fresh were entitely lost, especially after theyd given him a pumpkin biscotti to nibble on while he waited for his Very Special Cinnamon Roll, which he accepted with a miserable little "oh, well, alright, then....", with his eyes on the door in hopes that it wouldn't take so long that other people started to come in before he could free.

[[ work may explode on me, but this post is most certainly open for all your Sunday baked good needs! ]]

stykera

It was officially fall now. It even felt fall-ish outside. Inside the bakery everything was fall flavors and fall colors and fall scents.

"Maple frosted cinnamon roll?" one employee behind the counter suggested. "Or some of the maple cookies? Apple cake? Apple cider donuts? Caramel apple pie? Pumpkin cheesecake?"

"There's so much," Stark said, looking around. "I'm sure all of it is good. Maybe the cinnamon roll to start?"

He would get some of the apple cider donuts to take with him for later. Those were always good.

One cinnamon roll, warmed up slightly, was handed over and Stark took it with him to a table by the window. He was absently pulling off small pieces while scrolling through something on his phone. There were places to go that needed to be researched, after all.

[Open, ofc, for bakery and alien needs]

mustbeawitch

Lydia, actually make it to church of a Sunday? It was probably exactly as likely as you think. She had, however, made it as far as the bakery (contain your shock), where she had noticed a seasonal turnover among the baked goods on display (at least one of which was also, as it happened, a turnover). After some consideration, she had selected a pumpkin scone and allowed herself to be talked into trying the chai, and was now seated beside the window in a prime location for people watching.

All in all, a most excellent morning thus far.

(Open bakery is open!)

beautiful_boc

After his weekend being a (rather cocky, if you asked him) merchant and then things around the island changing a bit, Boc wasn't having a very good time of things and felt even more tempted to just hole up underneath the counter at the shop, but also, when things seemed to be getting strange, he also felt the need to cling onto something familiar and constant and he hadn't even gotten a cinnamon roll last week because he'd been at Selkie Cove all weekend, so he was making a point of confirming when it was Sunday again and going to go and get one!

There was comfort there, in those constants, especially when so much around him wasn't constant all of a sudden. And it was a good thing, too, that they indeed had cinnamon rolls and his usual spot and everything else like normal at the bakery, or else Boc might have been a bit worried, maybe even panicked!

But for now? Just a beautiful, delicious cinnamon roll, his usual spot in the corner, and hopefully just a nice, normal, routine and downright boring morning!

[[ and open for all your baked good needs, of course! ]]

totalwildcard

Okay, so Barbie probably wasn't in Barbieland anymore, that much had become clear. She wasn't... exactly sure what to do with that information, but she was choosing to try and make the best of it! And right now? Right now, that meant she'd found a nice little bakery and coffee place in town, and ordered coffee and a cupcake. The person behind the counted seemed a little weirded out by the money she handed over, but accepted it, so Barbie picked up her things to head to one of the tables.

"... Oh, gosh, that was a close one!"

She really wasn't used to carrying things with actual liquid inside! But it was just a matter of just being a little more careful about holding the cup, right? Right. She made it to one of the window tables without another incident of almost spilling coffee on herself.

She had not yet thought about what the experience drinking it would be like, though.

(open! eta: now with 100% less clashing with Summer's post)

beautiful_boc

It was Sunday, so, of course, Boc was coming into the bakery for his weekly cinnamon roll. And since it seemed that the bakers hadn't tried to do anything too wild or crazy with the offerings this time around, and it had been (for him, at least) an incredibly quiet week, he decided today was a good day to try something new.

That something new came in the form of a slice of what was called chantilly cake, which caught his eye because of the bright fruits it was decorated with. So, with a plate in both hands (and a fork as recommended by the clerk who helped him out, knowing his habit of just tearing his pastries into smaller piece for eating and how that might get a little messy with a cake like that), he headed to his corner table and got settled into his chair to enjoy.

[[ and open for all your bakery needs, of course, with the 'oh god work is killing me this week' sp caveat firmly in place, sigh ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc peered cautiously...or, rather, as well as he could, from his height that couldn't even look over the counter unless he really pulled himself up and stretched a bit...over at the plate being set in front of him on it, and then at at the employee handing it over to him.

"No mushrooms?" he checked, and it was confirmed that, yes, it was a regular cinnamon roll this time, did he not like the one last week? To which he profusely apologized and insisted that he did actually like it, quite a lot, thank you, no disrespect meant, begging their pardon, it's just that this week, he was really looking forward to a cinnamon one, and he supposed they might have still given him a different one, but it did have all that icing on it that was already making his mouth water, so he supposed he'd just have to trust them on it.

He paid and nodded his thanks and apologized about five times more before finally retreating with his weekly treat to the table in the corner, where he'd settled in and discovered that, indeed, they weren't lying, and then just sighing happily as he licked a little of that icing from his fingers after tearing it up into his little bite-sized pieces.

[[ open, of course! ]]

beautiful_boc

They had tried something new at the bakery again with Boc and his Sunday visits in mind, and he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. The awkwardness that came with special attention was still very present and made him flail a little, but some of it was also sort of turning into feeling almost flattered. It was rather nice, wasn't it? To be thought of? And they seemed to enjoy trying different things and seeing how they came out, so that, too, felt a bit nice.

He was, however, a little uncertain about this one. "We heard on the radio that you like mushrooms," the employee at the counter explained, "and so we made something like a cinnamon roll, but with mushrooms instead!"

And it was true, he did like mushrooms an awful lot, but they warned him that it was more savory than sweet, and since he had such a sweet took, he got a chocolate chip cookie to accompany it, then settled into his usual table in the corner, to carefully break his treats into smaller bite-sized pieces and give them a try.

No, it wasn't like a cinnamon roll at all, in anything but shape and appearance, really, but Boc was wondering if he didn't actually like this a bit better...

[[ you know the drill; totally open and likely sp on my end, sigh ]]

beautiful_boc

If anything a bit odd was going on that weekend, Boc certainly didn't realize it. One of the benefits, really, of rarely socializing was that most of those things just slipped right by his notice. As far as he was concerned, it was just another weekend and another Sunday, and so that meant going to the bakery yet again for his weekly treat.

He was feeling a little bit traditional, though, so he stuck with only his usual cinnamon roll, acquired with no issues at all, and then made his way happily to his usual table in the corner with all the eager anticipation to enjoy it and continue on with his very lovely Sunday as usual.

[[ open bakery is open and straightforward lol ]]

beautiful_boc

There were no giant cinnamon rolls this week, just the normal sized ones, so Boc didn't feel too bad about getting his usual treat plus a new one to try. He actually rather enjoyed peering in through the display case and considering all the options, and then pointed to one that caught his attention, actually looked up and at the person helping him out, to ask what it was, and was slightly incredulous to hear that it was called a bear claw.

"Because look at it," the employee explained. "See? It looks like a bear's claw."

"Begging your pardon," Boc responded as he squinted dubiously up at the pastry, "but I wouldn't know! I've never been close enough to bear's claw to find out!"

He was, however, perfectly willing to be close to this bear claw, as he took that and his cinnamon roll over to his usual table, tearing off a few bites of the latter before picking up the former and examining it for its alleged bear-like properties. He supposed he could sort of see it, and he thought that he couldn't imagine anyone wanting to eat a bear's claw, even if it was just a name and not actually that, but, well...it didn't take him long to realize that most people, where he was from, would probably leap at the chance....and then be disappointed to discover pastry instead of actual bear claws...

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

beautiful_boc

There was some excitement, from the employees, when Boc came in that morning, the sort of excitement that at first made him wince and worry that he'd gone and done something wrong, but he very quickly realized that it was that strange phenomenon that seemed to happen on this island every once in a while of people actually just excited to see him.

And even more bewildering, they were excited to see him because they'd made something special for him.

That something special happened to be an absolutely massive cinnamon roll, inspired by something one of the bakers had seen on something called TikTok. Apparently, he'd seen one and immediately thought of Boc and his weekly cinnamon rolls and whether or not he'd like to try one so big.

So not only was he being given a cinnamon roll so big he thought it might take him all of a week to actually finish it, but it had been made specifically because someone was reminded of him.

It was a lot to process, so much so that he couldn't even think of the words to protest, he just numbly accepted this and went over to his usual table with his giant cinnamon roll and then just start there staring, slack-jawed, at it for a good long while.

When he finally did start tearing off his little pieces to eat, it was mostly just because it seemed rude not to, after all that extra attention had been spared just for him, of all people!

[[ and of course open for all your baked good morning needs! ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc probably should have planned a little better before he came to the bakery for his weekly treat, because now that he'd discovered no one would mind him getting two things when he came in, he felt he was at a lost for what to get in addition to his usual cinnamon roll. The danish had been easy last week because he'd been thinking about those for a while now, but now he felt like he could choose from far too many options as to what to try this week that it made it difficult for him to choose.

He ended up with something called a lemon bar, which he'd ultimately picked because he liked the color and the little dusting of what was to be discovered to be a kind of sugar over it, which ended up being a very nice contrast to his cinnamon roll. It was a bit more difficult to eat that in the little torn pieces he tended to prefer for his pastries, so he was also deal with getting used to just taking bites out of the lemon bar directly while still trying to be neat and dainty about it, as he settled into his usual corner table.

[[ open for all your baked good needs, blah blah blah work availability, no clue how the day might end up being! ]]

beautiful_boc

It was another Sunday, which meant that Boc was in for another cinnamon roll. The temptation to deviate from the usual was strong yet again, though, but he almost felt bad getting something else, so, after a good deal of worrying and hand-wringing, whimpers and rubbing his head, he finally decided the best solution was to actually get the usual cinnamon as well as something else.

And so, feeling terribly decadent and almost a little ashamed about it, he made his way over to his table in the conrer with two plates this week: one with the cinnamon roll, and the other with a peach danish. He settled in and then found himself uncertain as to whether or not he should like to eat one and then the other (and, if that were the case, which should be start with?) or just try a bite of one, followed by the other, and alternate as such. He was starting to wish he'd given this a little more thought before clearly just throwing himself into quite a conundrum unexpectedly!

[[ and, of course, open for all your baked good needs with potential SP likely! ]]

beautiful_boc

When Boc hobbled his way through the door of the bakery that morning, like usual, like regular routine, there was already someone at the register making an order, so he'd had to wait a bit. The person was taking a rather long time to decide, which started to make Boc feel a bit impatient; after all, he knew exactly what he wanted! Wildly, he almost thought of saying something about the wait, but, of course, he would never actually say anything! So, instead, he waited, and he let his attention drift over some of the other lovely desserts in the case, contemplating perhaps maybe deviating from his usual cinnamon roll this week to try something new.

Finally, the customer before him had settled on their choices, and Boc had entertained an idea that he did not follow through with, especially when the cashier smiled at him and asked "Your usual today, Mr. Boc?" and that filled him with such a bewildered sense of wonder that such a question would apply to him and that someone would see him as much as the staff here did and still smile about it that he couldn't do anything but bob his head in response with a wavering little, "Y-yes. Yes, please. Of course. My....usual...."

He managed to hold it back while he waited for them to get it and on his way to the corner to stake a claim to his usual table. But once he settled into his usual chair and started to carefully, meticulously pull the cinnamon roll into smaller bites, as usual, he had to smile a little to himself.

Which was, of course, quite unusual, but perhaps it was starting to become considerably less so.

[[ open for all your baked goods needs! Standard work-related bullshit likely to apply ]]

beautiful_boc

The strange restlessness and urge to return to the Lands Between seemed to have passed for Boc soon after Thursday, and what a relief that was! Could you even imagine, wanting to return anywhere that didn't have cinnamon rolls? Not only were the no cinnamon rolls, but there also weren't cozy bakeries where one even such as himself, despite being but a mere demi-human, could come and have one, and sit at a table in the corner to enjoy it, and even chat with people, who considered him, of all things, a friend? Or that he could have his own shop where he got to work with beautiful fabrics and help people find nice clothes and do his old mum proud with his own work with a needle?

Absolute madness, truly! Boc marveled at how he could have felt such a strange compulsion as he settled in at his usual table in the corner, going about meticulously tearing his cinnamon roll into smaller, bite-sized pieces. Because as lovely as it would have been, if the rumors were true, that he could become human....surely there could be other ways, where the price would not be so great....

[[ open for all your baked good needs! usual work-related sp terms and conditions apply! ]]

beautiful_boc

With all the extra treats he'd been given on Thursday, Boc was almost wondering if going in for his usual Sunday cinnamon roll would be too much, an excess that was pushing the limits of what would be acceptable, as if the staff at the bakery would immediately call him out for being greedy and wanting too much. So he was a bit nervous when he came in that Sunday, and, of course, very needlessly so, but if he wasn't inordinately concerned about social graces and little details, then he wouldn't really be Boc, now, would he?

So obtaining his cinnamon roll this week went as it did almost all week, without a hitch, without a problem, and he retreated with it to his usual table in the corner that turned out to never be as well-hidden as he hoped it was, but was very good for making sure no one caught him too much by surprise. Of course, his mind seemed to be drifting an awful lot that morning, as it had for most of the weekend, thinking about some of the clothes at the store, and how beautiful they were, and how most of them were, naturally, for more human or human-shaped people. Sure, the variety for body types and species was phenomenally vast, it had to be admitted, but, oh, how much easier it would be, to just be human. He wouldn't have to worry so much about offending people with his very presence, if he were human, or people wouldn't just be kind to him out of pity...

He was very thoughtful indeed as he pulled apart his cinnamon roll into its usual bite-sized pieces, with his terrible (albeit useful) claws, and thought about a rumor he'd heard once or twice, about an ember egg in the possession of none other than Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon, capable of the most wonderful forms of rebirth and transformation....

Not that it mattered, anyway. Even if he could return to the Lands Between, he certainly wasn't sure he'd want to, even if he'd always feel it was a place he deserved more than somewhere like this, in the end...

[[ and open for all your baked good needs! I'm still on con time, so I'll be sporadic and slow, but I just couldn't miss Boc's cinnamon roll day if I could help it! ]]

beautiful_boc

Originally, Boc had actually not been planning to come to the bakery for his weekly cinnamon roll this time. Going to the picnic had not only managed to fill his food supply for a little bit and tide him over on his newly developing sweet tooth, but it also filled his socializing supply to last him for even longer than the food might!

But two people had mentioned it yesterday, so now he felt the almost had to, lest he disappoint those people by not keeping up with the tradition.

Maybe, just maybe, everyone would have gotten the socialization out of their systems yesterday? He hoped so, because then it would just be nice and quiet as he took up his usual spot at the table in the corner and started tearing his roll into smaller, bite-sized pieces, all the while thinking he was glad he did end up coming in after all, as nice as all the food at the picnic had been, he'd have missed this particular special treat, really.

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

beautiful_boc

Boc had started to keep track of the days. In a way, anyway, with a little tally system in a notebook that he kept by the nest he'd made for himself underneath the counter at the shop, because being a tree had thrown him off the rhythm he kept, and the fact that Arden had apparently been a bit worried about him because he hadn't shown up for his usual cinnamon roll sent him in a little bit of a frenzy. He didn't want anyone worrying about him! He didn't think anyone should be worried about him! He didn't know what to do with someone worrying about him. He worried about everything quite enough to be adding to the general amount of worrying in the world!

So, to prevent any such worrying in the future, he was dedicating himself to actually understanding the passing of days here so that he could avoid it. Which meant that he now knew, thanks to asking some of the employees of the shop about it, that today was Sunday, and Sundays were when he went to get his cinnamon roll. He knew that Thursdays were the day when things seemed busiest, and Fridays and Saturdays were usually the days when parties occurred. That information he gleaned so that he could ensure that those were the days he absolutely stayed in the shop, and then Mondays and Tuesdays sounded like good days to usually go exploring, if he felt so inclined.

All of this was greatly on his mind that week, as, that Sunday, he went to the bakery, got his usual cinnamon roll (which they seemed to have prepared the moment they saw him walk through the door! Not that he could blame them; he wouldn't want to have to interact with him any more than necessary, either...) and hobbled on over to his usual table in the corner, climbing up on the chair and getting settled, and thinking he rather liked the sound of the day today. Sunday. Who didn't love the sun?

Well, actually, a lot of people, really, usually his own kind, but he rather liked it, and he was thinking maybe he'd indulge in a bit of sun-inspired fashion work this week...

[[ open bakery is of course open! ]]

beautiful_boc

It was a bit funny, wasn't it? How Boc had started to actually look forward to coming to the bakery once a week to enjoy his cinnamon roll (and he decided that, today, he would even step it up a little bit more by getting himself a nice cup of tea as well), and sit in the corner to enjoy it and muse about designs and projects and how, sure, it was kind of nice, last week, that it was a bit quiet in here, but that he rather missed having Arden or Stark or Lydia or anyone else, really, to chat with a little.

To think! That there'd be people he'd look forward to seeing, and that they, too, would actually want to chat with him!

This place truly was a curious one, wasn't it? But, then again, it made sense, didn't it? A world with something in it as wonderful as cinnamon rolls would surely have many other wonderful aspects as well, and, quite frankly, it was a world he clearly wasn't worthy of belonging in, but he'd happily go along with it while he could.

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

single_man_tear

Dean felt like he was absolutely getting the hang of this fake-parent/legal guardian thing.

Which is why he was just taking them places and buying them food so he wouldn’t have to hear them complain.

And also an excuse to eat pie for breakfast. Except for Samantha who demanded a tartine which apparently is just fancy toast.

Whatever. There was pie.

[Open]

beautiful_boc

As far as Boc was concerned, there was hardly anything strange or unusual about the day or tge weekend overall. He just hoped everyone had a good time at that party, and scampered on over to the bakery to satiate that ever-growing craving for cinnamon rolls.

He got himself one that was moderately large today, took his plate, scampered over to his usual table in the corner, and settled in to enjoy!

[[ and, of course, feel free to use this post for all your morning baked good needs, especially as I will be S L O W due to work! But i couldn't just break his streak! ]]

beautiful_boc

It was Sunday, not that Boc really realized such a thing yet, it was more of a feeling of how many days had passed since his last cinnamon roll, and so he was back at the bakery for another one again, although he had considered maybe skipping it this week since he did have all those lovely scones and jam from Nell earlier in the week. That would have held him over for quite some time, but as he tried to go about his work that morning, he found his mouth salivating often and his mind wandering toward delicious fluffy dough and sweet swirls of cinnamon until he really couldn't do much at all until those cravings were satisfied.

But, remember his last visitation to the bakery, he did think to ask the clerk what sort of icing he usually got, and, in learning it was the glazed version, he kindly requested to try the cream cheese frosting this time instead, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Apparently, it wasn't any trouble at all! So Boc was quite pleased by this as he, his plate with its cream cheese frosted cinnamon roll balanced beautifully on its center, made his way to his usual corner table, pulled out his chair to climb on into it, and settled in to enjoy and think about some of the alterations he had to do to a few pieces at the shop before Friday.

[[ open bakery is open, of course! with the usual occasional bouts of unexpected work demands on my end, alas ]]

beautiful_boc

Boc's Sunday Morning cinnamon roll had become quite the habit for him now, giving him a reason to actually look forward to leaving his shop for once. This felt especially true after the last week, wherein he felt rather odd the whole time, almost as if there was something funny in the air having a strange effect on him. Is that what it felt like, for other demi-humans, when they were under the effect of the full golden moon and driven to a crazed frenzy? He'd never felt that, much, his dear old mum always said it was because he was special, and kind, and beautiful, and therefor not one to be swayed by such primal instincts? He didn't care to find out. So he'd nested under the counter with his handiwork and pricked himself with his needles far too many times, enough to make him wonder if he'd lost what little talent and skill he'd had, and wasted the week safely tucked away and hidden.

But now it was Sunday. Did he know, yet, that it was Sunday, a sense of the days of the week settling into place finally? Or was it just that the air felt clearer now, and he was having a craving for something other than rawness and violence and anger, something quite the opposite, in fact? Could it possibly be both?

Boc was not thinking on it too heavily. Not when there was a cinnamon to to be had, and a nice corner table, and perhaps this time even a lovely floral cup of tea.

[[ open, of course, for all your baked good needs! ]]

single_man_tear

Anyone walking into J'GOB today would find Dean at a table which had six slices of pie sitting in front of him.

"Son of a bitch."

Yes, Dean has discovered the wonder that is Jeff, God of Biscuits and their baked goods.

[Open]

stykera

Stark had gone to his classes. He'd paid attention as much as he could. He'd occasionally glanced at his phone which had remained silent.

Now he was at the bakery because that seemed like the best place to be. He could eat his feelings for a bit!

Chocolate was uncomplicated. And delicious. So he was having some chocolate coated cheesecake and not making eye contact with any employees. And looking at his phone and wondering how bold he was feeling.

[very open I need distractions from life]

beautiful_boc

Oh, no. Oh, dear. It appeared that a rather worrisome had indeed occurred, and Boc found that he had developed quite the sweet tooth...well, for those cinnamon rolls at the bakery, anyway. But since last week managed to pass by just fine without much incident beyond a very strange song, he figured he could stand to risk it again.

And crouched in his chair in the corner table digging into another delicious pastry, he was being reminded that it was well worth the risk!

[[ about to curse myself by posting on a shockingly slow Sunday, but of course it's open for all your bakery needs! ]]

beautiful_boc

The weather had been rather pleasant, by Boc's estimation, and things had been fairly quiet around the island, it seemed, and so he was feeling a bit bold in venturing out that morning, feeling rather restless in the shop and frustrated that he kept messing up his current embroidery piece. He needed a little bit of a break, and, since the last few outings felt like that'd been successful without incident, he would attempt another journey out again.

His intention was to head to the park again, to scrounge around for mushrooms in the underbrush, or perhaps the preserve, as usual, but his optimism about successful savaging were a bit dim based on his last forays into foraging. Still, stalwart as ever, he thought he'd make a good go of it, because he was scurrying past the bakery, was hit by that undeniably lovely aroma of freshly baked sweet things, and he found his mouth smacking of its own volition for something a bit nicer than just mushrooms scrounged up from the dirt. He did have a bit of money on him from the shop, after all, and he hadn't really indulged in a while...

So, after a good deal of hemming and hawing and reasoning with himself, helped by the fact that, at this hour, on this day, the place didn't seem too terribly busy, Boc finally found himself squatting in a chair at a table with a cinnamon roll about the size of his hands (and he did have impressively long hands, after all), picking it apart diligently and happily with his claws and thinking of spiral designs and other ideas. He'd admit, he still felt a bit awkward, using a table and all, but it seemed to be more socially acceptable than his first choice of just cringing in a corner with it.

[[ open for all your sunday morning baked good needs! ]]

stykera

Stark had missed pie day while dealing with a hungover best friend-with-benefits. Luckily for him it seemed that several people had missed pie day at the bakery.

HALF PRICE PIES proclaimed the sandwich board outside the door. Of course Stark had to go investigate.

There were also, of course, any number of green desserts in honor of Sunday's holiday.

Stark was ordering several slices of several varieties of pie. He might be sharing or he might be eating it ~~while sulking~~ alone this weekend. Perhaps both, somehow.

And he was going to eat a slice of chocolate peanut butter pie right now. Because he could.

[another chill day here but not so long at least, very open for baked goods and alien interactions]

stykera

It was warmer today, at least, though Stark would have enjoyed some sun instead of clouds and rain.

He was still going to sit by the window once he'd picked out some baked goods. There were no more pink and red heart-shaped things left and it was a little early for bright green ones. There were, however, some space-themed items available.

"FIgured they might sell well for people going on the trip. Or people not going on the trip. Or aliens," the guy behind the counter said with a grin. "Want some galaxy cookies? Or cupcakes? Or what about these cheesecake bars?"

Stark, being Stark, was going to try one of each. Obviously.

[Very open, of course, for all baked good and alien needs! It's a day off, I am around.]

stykera

Maybe Stark was looking for inspiration for upcoming classes. Maybe Stark was just a sugar fiend. Maybe it was a combination of both. In any case, he was in the bakery this afternoon staring at the case and trying to make a decision.

"Man, no, you don't want to try the carob. We got chocolate right there! There's no reason to ever eat carob."

"Maybe he's trying to eat healthier," another baker piped up.

The first one cast a withering look in her direction. "This guy? Come on! And no, I guarantee he doesn't want anything made with kale."

"I was hoping to try something new," Stark said hesitantly. "But not anything that's going to taste green."

"See?!" the first baker said. 'Here, buddy, try the chocolate orange one."

Stark might end up eating several baked goods today but he was willing to take that risk.

[trying to manifest a very calm day at work so this is extremely open]

deathsmajesty

Lili had never seen so many sweets and cakes and confections in one place in her whole life. Eyes wide with wonder and happiness, she stared at the glass case, wriggling like a puppy in excitement. "And I get to choose a whole cake of my very own?" she asked the nice lady behind the counter? "And you'll write my name on it?"

It was her birthday and sugar and sweeties had been awfully hard to come by since the Cabal had invaded and look, that cake had big purple and white and green roses on it and those were her favorite, favorite colors in the whole world. Oh! And that cake looked like a beautiful lady's gown! And that cake had such a pretty design on it! Lili was in awe.

"May I have that one?" she asked, pointing to the perfect cake. It looked just like her mother, if her mother was one of Serra's holy angels. And she didn't want her mother to be one, since the only times she ever saw one was when they were flying overhead about to go into battle and Father was already fighting the Cabal and it seemed unfair to have both of her parents on the front lines, but Lady Ana said that angels were symbols of peace and love and beauty and prosperity, and Lili thought her mother would be very good at that.

...Even if she was somewhat more cranky now with the baby teething and another on the way.

Several minutes later, Lili was the proud owner of a cake that said Happy Birthday Lili! in bright purple letters, wearing a sparkly hat that also said Happy Birthday on it that one of the bakers had found in the back, and had a colorful balloon tied to her chair so that it wouldn't float away in the air. "You'll all have slices, too, won't you?" she asked the people working behind the counter. "I couldn't possibly eat all this myself!"

And she'd have to box up a slice for Josu as well. He'd be so sad to have missed her birthday!

[Open! Feel free to come help Lili celebrate with cake!]

stykera

There had been discussion of cheesecake last night and so now Stark was on a mission to procure a cheesecake to share with Summer today. Perhaps he could have gone out earlier in the day but staying in had been too tempting to resist. He slept in so rarely that it was good to take advantage of it when it happened.

He was here now though, looking at the refrigerated case and trying to choose a cheesecake.

"You know what man, why don't you mix it up?" the baker suggested. "Get a few slices of different flavors? You gotta have the classic New York style and then maybe pumpkin and chocolate? But here, try this cheesecake brownie while you make up your mind, yeah?"

Stark wasn't one to turn down baked goods so he nodded and took his cheesecake brownie to a table while he thought about his options.

"You can get 8 slices, ok? Just figure out which ones you want!"

[I have a verrrrry long day at work today and this post is extremely open!]

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