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Post by Ned on Jul 7, 2009 16:36:59 GMT -5
((From Coming Back From the Woods.)) Ned retrieved a ring of keys from within his pants pocket, unlocked the front door to the restaurant, and held it open for Cal. "Here we are," he announced.
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Post by Cal on Jul 7, 2009 17:39:58 GMT -5
"It's so cute! You have a crust!"
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Post by Ned on Jul 7, 2009 18:06:58 GMT -5
"Oh, that. Yeah," Ned grinned and followed Cal inside. A hand extended cautiously out to one wall, feeling its way about the chalky paint in order to locate and flick on the lights. Out of curiosity, he asked Cal if she required lights to see in the darkness.
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Post by Cal on Jul 7, 2009 18:12:15 GMT -5
*She laughed.* "To an extent. It's hard to explain to someone who hasn't experienced but everything is... clearer, for one thing, and more saturated. You know how in darkness, as a human, you can't see colors? That goes away. And I can focus on much smaller things, like I was wearing really really intense glasses."
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Post by Ned on Jul 7, 2009 18:26:02 GMT -5
"I don't wear glasses...but sure," he answered, biting on his lower lip.
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Post by Cal on Jul 7, 2009 18:28:05 GMT -5
"Short answer: yes. I have night-vision."
*She sat herself down at the bar.* "So what kind of pie do you have, piemaker?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 7, 2009 18:32:15 GMT -5
Ned tied on an apron and slid behind the main counter.
"That'd be slightly difficult to answer...pick a fruit."
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Post by Cal on Jul 7, 2009 18:38:20 GMT -5
"Um. Pears. Raspberries." *These were her favorites, especially in conjunction with one another.*
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Post by Ned on Jul 8, 2009 20:19:15 GMT -5
Brightening, Ned strode away to rummage through the storage room and returned with his hands full. He was careful not to touch the actual pies themselves, as contact with the fruit would cause it to rot, and laid down three, indicating their flavor as he did so. "Poached pear pie. Raspberry pie. And of course, pear-raspberry cobbler pie. Take your pick."
He brushed his hands off on his apron and removed a knife and fork from a utensils compartment just underneath the counter.
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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 15:04:55 GMT -5
*Cal melodramatically placed hands on both sides of her face and opened her mouth, giving a little gasp. She looked up at him.*
"What benevolent god sent you? Cobblerohmygod"
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 17:43:42 GMT -5
He shrugged as a hint of color rose up from his neck into his cheeks.
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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 18:01:11 GMT -5
((I am so completely making a pear raspberry pie right now just so you know))
*She took the fork and happily ate a forkful of her slice. A face of pure happiness overtook her face and she beamed.* "You know I think whatever God governs vampires let me keep my human sense of taste just for this?"
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 20:55:14 GMT -5
Ned opened and closed his mouth several times in his attempt to speak, unsure as to whether his question might be a bit ridiculous. When he finally found his voice, he asked, "I-I was just wondering...where does all that food go? I mean, do vampires have a digestive system like humans? You don't have to answer that, if it makes you uncomfortable."
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Post by Cal on Jul 9, 2009 20:59:57 GMT -5
*She laughed, then colored just a little. He asked such... funny questions. No human who had ever known about her condition had ever thought to ask them.*
"Well, I mean, nothing gets taken away except my ability to produce my own blood. Everything on the inside is still there, with different added bits to help deal with the deficiency."
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Post by Ned on Jul 9, 2009 21:07:19 GMT -5
"Oh," Ned nodded, carefully storing away in his mind this new scrap of information. He allowed a few seconds to tick past before asking another question.
"...so, vampires still poop and pee?"
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