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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Dec 2, 2008 18:13:49 GMT -5
Rinoa walked down the street with a bounce in her step, looking back every once in a while to see if Haldir was still following. Now that she wasn't all alone, she found that this was a really nice place and enjoyed wandering aimlessly looking for a bookstore.
Only once her gaze caught onto a shop with delicious smells coming out of it, it latched on and wouldn't let go. "Pies!" she exclaimed after poking her head through the door. She turned around and called back to her friend, "Haldir, can we stop here for a second and get pies? I mean, a pie?"
They had cheesecake, too, which caused all thoughts about looking for a bookstore to vanish. Instead it was replaced with a feeling of impending doom from Rinoa's pancreas. It always felt this way once she discovered a new sweets shop or other source of blatantly sugar-filled food, though, so Rinoa was used to ignoring that.
And anyway, she was only going to eat one pie!
...Slice! she corrected mentally.
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Post by Hallie on Dec 5, 2008 19:21:35 GMT -5
Hallie was up in the apartments behind Benjamin's barber shop reading when she heard the bell from the front door ringing. She flew down the stairs and to her rightful place behind the counter.
"Hi, welcome to the Vegetarte, how can I help you?" she panted.
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Dec 7, 2008 18:11:26 GMT -5
((Player of Haldir will likely not reply in the immediate future, so I'll just leave it open for interpretation.))
As the owner bustled in behind the counter, Rinoa entered the shop without waiting for Haldir. He had been some distance behind her, but she fully expected him to be present in a minute or two; meanwhile, she would conduct a little business.
"Hello, ma'am! I was just wondering if these were all the pies you had in stock, or if there are more flavors." Not that she didn't like most of the pies she saw, but who was she to deny a little variety?
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Post by Hallie on Dec 7, 2008 18:18:17 GMT -5
"Um. Were you thinking something different? I could definitely do that if you like."
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Jan 6, 2009 0:59:39 GMT -5
((I'm so sorry for being this bad of an RPer.))
Rinoa, upon suddenly realizing that she didn't know exactly what she wanted, decided to go for the adventurous yet vague statement of: "Well, you could always surprise me... If it's not too much trouble, that is."
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Post by Hallie on Jan 8, 2009 1:11:46 GMT -5
"I just made a chocolate cream pie. Sound good?"
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Jan 28, 2009 22:49:22 GMT -5
Being a woman, it was natural that the first thing that came out of Rinoa's mouth was a delighted sound. "Chocolate sounds extremely good!"
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Post by Hallie on Jan 29, 2009 23:11:17 GMT -5
"A slice, I presume?"
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Jan 30, 2009 13:02:00 GMT -5
"Okay, a slice for now." Rinoa sat down at a table to wait, fiddling with her hair at first--which gradually segued to playing with the rings on her necklace.
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Post by Hallie on Jan 30, 2009 18:00:04 GMT -5
Hallie went down to the bakehouse and came back up with a slice of pie and a can of whipped cream. She set both down on Rinoa's table.
"Enjoy," she said with a smile. She kind of wanted some of the pie, too. She might go down and get the slice. It was wonderful being a Suethor—you never gained any weight.
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Jan 31, 2009 1:50:59 GMT -5
Enjoy Rinoa did, with gusto. She ate a few bites of the pie before asking, "So, how long have you owned this pie shop? Is it like a family business or a lifelong dream...?"
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Post by Hallie on Jan 31, 2009 2:22:56 GMT -5
"Couple years, now. My boyfriend's barber shop is upstairs, and my daughter and I live with him, and the place was for sale, and I thought to myself, 'Hey, none of the other pie shops sell savory pies I can eat and I'm dating Benjamin Barker! I should open a vegetarian pie shop!'"
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Jan 31, 2009 2:46:37 GMT -5
"Oh, one of those 'couldn't find one so you made your own' situations? That's so awesome! And you're also pretty good at it too." Rinoa found herself inhaling rather than eating the pie and started talking more in an effort to make it last. "That actually reminds me of my boyfriend Squall, except with less inspiring female empowerment and more 'Grrr, this needs to be done so I will do it!' Is your boyfriend like that?"
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Post by Hallie on Jan 31, 2009 2:48:07 GMT -5
She giggled. "Mine's just following his dad's trade, only in Paris, because that's more interesting. His French is atrocious."
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Post by Rinoa Heartilly on Jan 31, 2009 15:18:06 GMT -5
Rinoa took French to be the language here and smiled. "That sounds so cute! My boyfriend is..." Upon remembering Squall she felt a bunch of not so fun emotions, like worrying about how he was doing without her and if she'd ever see him again.
"Um. He's good-looking, and when he wants to he can be really sweet, but when he's not he makes me feel really lazy. Like, he gets all scowly whenever I'm late or mess up on something or..." Wasn't absence supposed to make the heart grow fonder?
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