4796/Mmmmmmm Gelatto!

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Mmmmmmm Gelatto!
Date of Scene: 02 July 2018
Location: Gotham City
Synopsis: The girls invade Mercutio's, get adopted by the owner, and plan a sleepover!
Cast of Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Buffy Summers, Dawn Summers




Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Mercutio's was a hidden gem. From the outside, the place looked nondescript. The kind of place you'd walk on by, suspecting it was just another hole in the wall, and perhaps one whose dishes weren't quite clean enough, and the coffee was.. well, closer to dirty dishwater than coffee. Nope, surprise! The interior warm and cozy, the lighting perfect for keeping to yourself, but not so dim that conversations couldn't take place. And, best of all, they had authentic equipment and offerings, their espresso machine flown in from Italy, and their baked goods and gelato made on premises by Antonio and his wife, who ran the shop.

The little oriental shop /had/ had sage - plus any other number of oddities that Buffy could probably make a guess were going to end up in their apartment, and stewing in pots and vials... yeah. They were never getting that deposit back. Who were they kidding? But sage meant that the apartment could be cleansed to Willow's satisfaction. Dinner from the little Asian place next door to that shop had been procurred, eaten, declared wonderful and leftovers put away in the fridge for tomorrow.

Now for the promised gelatto.

"I know it looks like a dive from the outside, but that's the best part," Willow enthuses. "It means the only people who go here are people who know about it and don't want anyone else to know about it, or people like me." People who like dives. "You're going to love it!"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Staring at the building, Buffy was waiting for the alarm bells to go off. Not from monsters or vampires, although she wouldn't be surprised if they were in residence.

She was sure the alarms would be from the Health Department if the outside of this place as any indication.

"You ate food. In there. On purpose?" she asks carefully of her friend, glancing sidelong at her and wondering if maybe Willow was showing early signs of insanity. She didn't want an insane friend. She already had Spike so really, that spot was taken. She preferred her usual friend who was much more reliable even if she hated plain brown boxes.

"You know I trust you with my life so..."

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn is the late arrival. It's taken a couple texts to figure out where everyone is, and thankfully, Sunnydale isn't that big, so it doesn't take that long to get there. The girl arrives on her bike, and will bring it to a stop outside the building. "Hey, guys! Are you getting food?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow just grins at her friend and tosses her head, sending her ponytail bouncing over her shoulders, and giggles. "Oh gosh. It doesn't look /that/ bad, does it?" Of Buffy's concerns about the place.

She points in delighted glee as Dawn *finally* catches up to them. "There. One. Two. Three Amigos. /Now/ we can go in. And trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong?"

Okay, there was the time with that green potion that was supposed to let you see in the dark for several hours but only succeeded in leaving everyone with vaguely rootbeer tasting burps for the next couple of days. And the time she'd gotten "allez" confused with "alle" in a spell.. oh, and..

"At least not recently," Willow ammends. "Trust me. You'll like it."

Pushing the door open, she leads them on in. And, as promised, inside the place looks.. more than decent. Almost so much so one might worry about your pocketbook kind of decent. Other than coffee and biscotti and gelato, looks like the place sells a few others sundries, including sandwiches. Crusty Italian buns stuffed chock full of equally Italian meats.

Willow, who has already eaten supper, orders two. And a coffee.

Buffy Summers has posed:
As Dawn arrives, Buffy glances over at her with a smile. "I was wondering if you got lost." Or eaten by something but she doesn't add that part outloud. It's a forever fear of hers. Occupational hazard.

She does follow Willow inside only to blink, step back out to the sidewalk to look at the building, then back into the dark interior. "Alright, I did not see that coming. It seems really, really nice." Admission made. Not happening again. She follows her besties lead but opts to try the lemon gelato herself. A cup of coffee is ordered with it, with six sugars and three creams. Yeah, she likes a little coffee with her sugar.

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn frowns. "I didn't get eaten." Obviously. "Not everyone has a car." Yet. She frowns a little as they start to enter. "Ummm...am I on my own check for this?" Her allowance is less money than the older girls.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow tries - and fails - to not look smug. But she notes the admission proudly. See? She's not always the ditz. Sometimes she knows what she's talking about. Okay, always when it comes to computers, but other times, too. Right? See?

"I can pitch in a few dollars," she tells Dawn. "If Buffy's got a couple, too, we're great." She pulls some coins out of her pocket, as well as a crumpled bill, and holds them out to Dawn, only to pull her hand back and take an oddly shaped peblle out of the mix. "Ooops, gonig to need that later. There. That's better. All yours." Money re-offered.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"I can cover you today. I think." Buffy looks around at the surroundings, wondering is she might want to stick with the offer Willow is making and go halves. When she sees the amount being offered, she relaxes. Okay, not as expensive as she was fearing it would be.

"I can get the rest of it. Order whatever you like. As long as it isn't one of everything on the menu. Or almost everything. Let's stick to less than five..."

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn smiles. "Cool." She'll go for chocolate hazelnut, both in her coffee and in her gelato. But it sounds good, so now she just has to hope Willow's culinary chops are up there with her magical ones.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Antonio, behind the counter, is more than amused with the interchange going on between the three girls. "Wait, wait," he says, gesturng Willow and Buffy closer. "Thie biscotti. I can't sell tomorrow, huh? They won't be fresh. One for everyone."

Dawn, of course, will get one with her order.

Willow giggles at Antonio, totally happy to accept his excuse, because free biscotti! Absolutely ignoring the fact that biscotti are twice baked biscuits that are meant to be dunked in your coffee. They're not likely to be stale tomorrow, if next week even. "Gee, thanks. They look good."

Antonio nods, "They are good. My wife, she makes them. Fresh. Always. You come on a Sunday, I see you get biscotti. My deal to you."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Free food? Yeah, Buffy is all over that. "Thanks!" She takes her order and looks around, spotting a nice table over in a corner. Where her back will be to the wall and she can watch all the exits. Nope, not paranoid. Things are out to get them usually.

She settles in to her seat, putting down her coffee and biscotti and focusing on the important stuff. The gelato is smooth, creamy and has that wonderful lemon bite. She moans around a spoonful and rolls her eyes. "O.M.G. So. Good."

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn smiles. "Hey, thanks!!" She says, taking the biscotti. She'll happily dunk it in the coffee. She moves over with the others, to take her seat. She's not worrying about where she sits. But then, Dawn's always the one who gets in trouble, too. "So what's the occasion?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow bounces on over to the table to join the girls. Not having Buffy level of paranoia, she's happy to sit with her back to the door. Besides, how bad could things go, right? And if you can't count on having The Slayer as your best friend to take care of things for you, then who can you count on.

Willow: lives in a very special state of blythe confidence that things will work out okay in the end. Some call it naive. She calls it optimistic.

"See? I told you that you'd like it. And look, change!" A whole 45 cents, but still, it's change. "MMmfff, so I brought a bunch of those college brochures home. And oh, hey, I was meaning to ask you, Dawn, how are things since.. you know?" She waggles her sandwich at the other two before taking a huge bite of it. Girl might be petite, but she eats like a teamster.

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn looks over. "Let's say I haven't ever appreciated shoes so much. Thankfully, everything seems to be back to normal, no lasting effects. It took me a few days to get all the glitter out of my hair, but other than that, fine."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
There's a huge grin from Willow. "Hey, did I tell you? I found this box of my old barbies when I was packing. I was going to wrap up a tiny box like you get earrings in, and put n a pair of the shoes and give it to you."

Then she sighs.

"Only my mom gave the box to the little girls next door."

Buffy Summers has posed:
"I'm still finding glitter in the bathroom," Buffy murmurs, remembering that the bathtub had looked shortly after Dawn's first return-to-human size shower. "Glitter is evil. You can never be rid it. You think you are and then it shows back up and you have it stuck on your cheek but no idea how it got there." She shakes her head, as though this is the ultimate of evils. Worse than vampires or demons.

Her priorities are a bit odd from time to time.

"We were just taking a break from moving into the college apartment," she offers to Dawn by way of explanation. "Most of the way there. Had to do an emergency sage run yesterday cause someone couldn't find hers."

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn groans a little. "That's okay. Turns out, Barbie clothes? Not so comfortable. The seams are like, six inches thick. I mean, proportionately." She looks over at Buffy, her cheeks a little red. "Mom's going to think I'm practicing to be a stripper or something." she sighs, at glitter woes. "You're so lucky, getting to have a place of your own."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Hey!" Willow protests. "I like glitter. It's all perky and sunshiney and stuff." Dawn and Buffy - Buffy in particular - are given disbelieving and disappointed looks. "I can't believe you guys don't like glitter. I'd dress in glitter if I could."

She munches on her sandwich thoughtfully. "We have a couch you could visit from time to time? I mean it's summer, right? You don't have to go to school." Then she remembers her room mate. "I mean if Buffy doesn't mind."

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Of course I don't mind," Buffy answers immediately after swallowing another bite of gelato. "You can crash there anytime. Just be sure to to follow the rules and don't allow strangers in."

Wait, that didn't cover things very well.

"Or people we know. Without asking. I don't want Spike wandering in while I'm in the shower or something. Don't even invite Angel, just to be safe. Cause he might not be Angel but Angelus and...yeah. Visit. Don't invite."

Dawn Summers has posed:
"I got it. Geez. You'd think I don't know how to deal with vampires. It's been a while now, y'know. I got my first self-defense stake around the same time as my training bra." Dawn says, dryly, as she looks to the other two. Then after a bite of the biscotti, adds "These are really good. They don't taste stale at all."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Oh, it's more than vampires. Everyone thinks that, but really there are a whole number of entities that require your permission to do things. Only it's a really loose definition of permission, and some of them do nasty stuff like make you hear one thing when they're actually saying another."

Willow shakes her head like she expects better of things like the fey and demons.

"But yay! A visitor.. oh, except we have to dig the couch out of the boxes first. And I can't help it if I forgot what box the sage is in. To be on the safe side, though, we should pick up some more feminine hygeine stuff, too, because I think they're in another box marked open me first."

There's a small, sheepish wince from Willow. "So I'm not good at packing."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy looks at Willow a moment and shakes her head. "The good news, I'm okay in that department so didn't need them immediately. The bad news, we probably have to stop since you marked it that way for a reason." She rolls her eyes and looks back over at Dawn.

"Willow marked half the boxes she brought as "Open First" so there is no way to know which ones are really the important ones anymore. I mean, I guess they are all important but some may be more important than others."

Dawn Summers has posed:
"Oh. Well, I can help opening things. It'll be like Christmas." Dawn says, forcing a smile. Then, as if remembering, she adds "Or Hannukah. Only with pads." A sip of her coffee. Smooth, Dawn. Smooth.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow pouts. "Fine. I'm *really* bad at packing. I've never done it before. And there were so many things I wanted to open first.."

Okay, by then even Willow has to see the hilarity of the situation. "It isn't half the boxes." (yes, it probably is) "And yeah, I kinda need those things. Like probably tomorrow?"

There's good news, though, she knows where the local bodega is, too. So it shouldn't be too hard to stock up. Unless they run into trouble. Which does seem to happen with an alarming frequency.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Time to change subjects because really, they are soon enough going to be on the same cycles living in the same house. They don't really need to be chatting them up at the local coffee shop. Gelato shop. Sandwich shop. Whatever this place is!

"We can put in a call to Mom and you can stay tonight if you wanna, Dawn," she offers to her kid sister. "We can do a movie marathon or something, binge bad for us foods. Once we find the couch. That'll be our reward."

The Slayer taking a night off from patrol? There world might end. Literally.

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn considers, thinking about it for a long moment. "Sure. I'm gonna stay and help you guys unpack anyway." She takes another sip of coffee. "Least I can do is get a night off from home. One where people remember who I am." She says, amused.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Oh my gosh, guys. A movie marathon? And if we drag a mattress out into the livingroom, we can dress in our jammies and make like a campout. I think I have a spell for fairie lights. It will be just like old times. Only, you know, without your mom checking in on us every five minutes."

"What should we watch? Like something romantic, or a comedy?"

Knowing this crowd, it's just as likely to be horror shows, but you can't win them all. And the bodega should have popcorn, marshmallows and graham crackers. They could do smores and the whole shebang. Buffy did say 'food that is bad for us'.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Let's skip the fairy lights. Y'know after the whole." She takes her thumb and forefinger and holds them about six inches apart. Equal to the height poor Dawn had been trapped at for entirely too long. She figures Dawn might be with her on that part so looks to her for support.

"Mattress in the living room means more boxes to be moved but yeah. I'm all over this." They may have just failed Adulting 101 with the decision to have a sleepover like old times.

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn nods, emphatically. "If I never see fairy-anything for the rest of my life, it will be too soon. I burned my copy of Peter Pan." She nods in agreement with the rest. "At least there's a non-zero chance the mattress is /already/ in the living room? And I'm good with watching whatevs."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Now Willow pouts for real. Like someone had just rained on her birthday party. "But they're pretty?" Because fairy lights! And all the pretty colours! And dancing about the room just like.. yeah, Willow suddenly sees the point.

"Fine. No fairy lights. But I want you to know you two are terrible buzzkills. First glitter, and now this? And we can use my mattress, but we need all the pillows." It wouldn't be a proper sleepover without! Who needs adulting anyway?