16650/What Sweet Delights

What Sweet Delights
Date of Scene:	20 December 2024
Location:	The Dark Side Bakery, Flushing
Synopsis:	Blueblood stops by The Dark Side for a cup of tea and cupcake - plus a little warmth from the chill outside.
Cast of Characters:	Blueblood, Shiloh Foster

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Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood shuffles inside, conscious of the nasty weather. Probably the door chimes 'The Imperial March.' Blu, or 'Ladi' as he's known outside his costume, warms his hands briefly by *scrubbing* them together and mumbling childish curses in Czech. "Ah, warmth." He looks askance at the door-chime, but asks: "... coffee? Tea? Cocoa?" He seems to want to know if the bakery does beverages!

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"I've got all three!" Comes the London-based voice of a black haired, tattooed woman who wears the apron of a baker but when one looks past the apron there's black tee shirt, black denim pants and knee-high boots that zip up the sides. Shiloh gives a smile as she walks up to her side of the counter. "Welcome to The Dark Side. What would be your drink of choice? I also have sugars and cream for the coffee. If you want my few tea flavors, I can offer you the list. And cocoa is...well...cocoa."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood, not unused to situations where violence is an outgrowth of 'I didn't get my way' folds his hands and thanks an invisible patron god. Perun? Sure. "Hot tea would be lovely, thank you." He delivers a smile of genuine relief and scans the pastry case. "Been here long? The shop-front, I mean?"

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Almost a year I think now? So none too long. But we've survived..." A 'barely' is sort of muttered under her breath but her smile doesn't seem to fade. "Cuppa tea. Sure! Do you...care about the flavor or are you just looking for something warm?" Asking this because - well - it's her job to. Though she does reach for a piece of paper under the register and places it on top of the display case/counter bit. Earl Gray, Lady Gray, Oolong, White Tea (Raspberry), White Tea (ginger/lemon), and Matcha.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood considers. "I think today, oolong and a cupcake. Nice break from clearing sidewalks." He nods to himself. "... I should just carry black tea in my wallet, no?"

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh shrugs. "I mean I think there's a few places that'll just give you some hot water if you want...mine included." She grins then. "What kind of cupcake would you like? I have Death by Chocolate, Ragin' Cajun, Caffeine Dream and Raspberry." She turns, while letting him choose his flavor, so she can begin steeping some oolong. "You a native here? To New York I mean."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood's face blanches. "Cajun... cupcake. The UN War Crimes tribunal is thataway." He points into the distance.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh laughs. "It's just a name. I call it that cause it's a vanilla cupcake with a honey center, but the honey has some cajun spice mixed in. It's a balanced bite and Cajun approved." She grins. "I should know. I'm dating one, and he tried it."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood, perhaps to soften the landing of the joke, replies. "Chocolate, if you don't mind. I naturalized? I suppose if I'd stayed in Bratislavasnistra, I'd be shovelling cowshit instead of snow. Just never shook the accent."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh nods and pours the requested tea into a to-go cup, complete with lid and brings it to the counter. "Chocolate it is...just the one? And do you want to eat it here or take it with you? Just means do you want it on a plate or in a box. Semantics, you know?"

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood shakes his head. "Plate, plate-- I'm also cunningly taking advantage of the heat!" He grins. Monies are exchanged for the items and extra is stuffed in the tip jar for 'stormtroopers missing rent payments,' or however the kitschy sign goes. He sips tea and looks out into downtown. His fingers fuse into a cupholder.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh nods, plating up the cupcake. It's got a swirl of chocolate frosting on the top and the cake itself is black - indicating it's likely dark chocolate. "Here you go..." Money, tips, and then she grins. "I don't mind you staying here to warm up... tables around if you'd like to sit and get comfortable..thanks for your business." Not that she's ending the conversation entirely, just going through the motions of her usual phrases.

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood does eventually pick a table. "... been handed a cease-and-desist order by Disney yet? I heard they're famously litigious."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"They can be... but see nothing in here is Disney. If you look real close, the tiles are just laid in a way to look like the death star. Optical illusion. Posters? Disney already made money from someone licensing to make them. And they don't own Dark Side... at least I don't think." Shiloh shrugs. "So no, and I'm not particularly worried. If they ever do...I might clench."

Blueblood has posed:
Blueblood ahs, nods. "A cunning deception. I approve!" He lifts his tea inside its unconventional cupholder.