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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 11:29:54 GMT -5
He gave her a sheepish smile.
"Ah...well. Maybe I could help, then?"
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 11:30:54 GMT -5
"Um..."
*She pointed abruptly at the dough.* "If you could knead that... it seems I went back to being a waif with no muscle mass."
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 11:39:44 GMT -5
"Hmm...a downside to suddenly growing younger...I wouldn't have thought there was one. Sure, I can help with that."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 13:01:03 GMT -5
*She smiled.* "You want an apron, or is the shirt soiled enough already?"
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 13:06:06 GMT -5
He gave an amused glance down at his shirt before answering.
"I think it can take some more abuse."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 13:24:41 GMT -5
"Just tell me when it starts getting easier to knead; then I can shape it and put it under a sheet for the night..."
*As for her, the tartelette shells needed baking and the croissants needed to be molded into the proper shape for baking early tomorrow morning. Every morning she arrived before dawn to get the bread and the breakfast pastries made before people started coming in.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 13:29:11 GMT -5
With a nod, he did as instructed, calling her over once he was sure it was about right.
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 13:32:35 GMT -5
*She poked the dough and, deeming it to be about right, started molding it into various-sized baguettes.*
"Thank you, it really is a help... I really need to hire someone, to be honest. I haven't had anyone else working here for ages."
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 13:36:59 GMT -5
"You're welcome. Hmm, perhaps you should look into hiring."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 13:38:26 GMT -5
"So I guess that's it, then..."
*But she realized she liked having him around, and didn't want him to leave.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 13:39:59 GMT -5
And, on his end, he didn't really want to leave.
"I guess so..."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 13:47:01 GMT -5
"Doyouwanttocomeupstairsforteaorsomething?"
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 13:51:09 GMT -5
It took a moment for him to figure out the sentence, she'd said it so fast.
"Oh...certainly."
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Post by Eponine on Apr 11, 2009 13:54:18 GMT -5
"Um, just follow me..."
*She removed her apron. Recently she'd taken to wearing plain, dark skirts with men's shirts for simplicity's sake--she didn't mind if she ruined them with flour or eggs or the like. It made her look twenty years older than she appeared--but then again she was older than she appeared.*
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Post by Der Tod on Apr 11, 2009 13:58:58 GMT -5
He nodded, gesturing for her to lead the way.
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