Owner	Pose
Shiloh	It's a quiet early afternoon. There are a few people seated at tables inside the bakery enjoying their sweet treats. Of course there's more than sweets as Shiloh is trying to expand a bit now that she's getting more business. There's a few breads on display now along with everything else. There's soft music playing over the store speakers and Shiloh is behind the counter cleaning down after serving the most recent customer. Making sure everything stays cleaned and sanitized through out the day because that's important business managing.
Nick	Day two of trying to distract himself has led to Nick playing a bit at being a delivery person. One shelter had too much of one type of donation and another shelter they partnered with had a shortage of it. Having finished the task, he is on his way back but the grumble of protest from his stomach has hinted that....maybe. Just maybe He should eat something. Spotting the bakery not to far away from where he is, Nick's steps shift and he steps inside.
Sinister	Day two. Is it really? Self-mutilation is a thing some other aspects of personality get up to. Others do things differently; they turn to retail therapy. When one has a kitchen that is nuanced with a variety of exceptionally exotic and high quality things, one goes to odd areas of the city to pick up little bits to enhance that. Given the middle eastern contingent in Queens and Flushing area in particular, there's a little spice shop run by a Kurdish immigrant that imports egyptian saffron. The real stuff that's golden in colour, rather than the cheaper by the ton /spanish/ stuff. No kidding, yo. So Miss Sinister's arrived, having been shopping, picked up the order from that -darling- man that always tries to look everywhere BUT her and... well, this is new. Dark side, eh? The comic strip? Oh, no that's the Far side. Dark side... The first words out of her mouth as she steps in, looking like she belongs in Shiloh's village with the rest of the peppy goths, are: "Oh, it looks like a forties cantina in new mexico. Wait a .... ooooooohhhhhh...." that's a lot of bags. That's really impeccably done 'tattoo' work with two-tones liquid eyeliner around her eyes. Makes them look like they're exploding out of broken glass, all storm-metal grey. "Cupcakes!!"
Shiloh	Shiloh glances up to see not one but TWO people enter the shop - nearly at the same time. Though seemingly not together in any way. Nick is regarded with a smile and Miss Sinister is...well... Those assets are definitely hard to miss. "Hello! Welcome to The Dark Side. Take your time looking 'round and do let me know if you 'ave any questions." It's the typical London accent that hasn't been tainted by New York's rhetoric just yet. "My name's Shiloh and I'm here to help you find the perfect sweet treat for yourself or an order to go." She offers to the both of them with a smile and then goes back to cleaning up just a tiny bit more. In the display case are cupcakes named 'Chocolate Death', 'Spiced Cocoa', and 'Caffeine Dream' .. cookies of many varieties including the usual chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin and one simply called 'The Dark Side'. Cakes, pies, and the breads round out the end of the case as well.
Nick	Hearing the exclamation, Nick turns his head to see Miss Sinister. What are the odds? A quiet nod of greeting is given to her before he looks back to the food on display. First thing's first. Find something to eat. He scans the display, momentarily tempted by the sweet items. Hmm. Caffeine drea- No. Eyes look over to the breads instead.
Sinister	"Oh really now, a moment twixt lips and a lifetime on the hips?" Miss Sin murmurs this with a chuckle, mostly quiet enough just to carry in a personal bubble. She sways up, inclining her head to Shiloh as the wares are examined with a critical eye for the aesthetic rather than the flavour. It might be the case they don't get used for eating. "Lovely to hear that accent this side of the millpond, darling..." she offers that to Shiloh with a wry grin and a kind of backhand vogue at the display. "Can you arrange the cupcakes as a five pointed star in a box for me?" She asks "And give me the Dark side, with a cup of black coffee..." a glance toward Nick "...and whatever's he's having, on my card." She slips to the end of the serving area, looking over the contents of the place and the customers with appreciation. "This place is new isn't it? I don't recall seeing it before at least, but it's entirely possible I was living in my own space-bubble and I just blithely tripped over my own egocentricity and missed it."
Shiloh	Shiloh leaves Nick to his own mental debate for the moment as Miss Sinister speaks to her. "I can arrange 'em like that, no problem. Do you want me to decorate the tops like a five pointed star as well?" Asking this as she grabs a box - beginning to put a few in. "Ah, yeah. I've only been over 'ere for about...three months now? Maybe four? So yeah, the bakery is new too. I went to culinary school across the pond but...you can find bakeries on every corner in the UK, and most countries in Europe. I figured America wouldn't know what hit them. Donuts abound but a proper pastry place?" Then she flushes a bit. "Sorry for gushing. Did you want a mixture of flavors for these cupcakes? Oh let me get you that cookie and coffee so you can enjoy them while I make up this cupcake box for you." All that said, she's quick to pop one of the cookies into a small bag and then goes and pours a cup of coffee. The cookie and some cream and sugar are placed on a plate and all of that is brought to set atop the display case for Miss Sinister to grab. "If you want somethin' else in your coffee let me know. I got one customer who adds honey to his. Weird guy, really." Then she glances to Nick and sliiiides down to where he's looking at breads. "Anything strike your fancy?"
Nick	Nick turns his head looking over to Miss Sinister as she makes her comment. "...More like I feel like I should eat something else less ...dessert like for lunch." He pauses, looking to one of the bread options. He turns to Shiloh, "A slice of raisin cinnamon swirl bread and dark coffee for me, please." Order put in, he looks over to Nathanielle, mothing a word of thanks. The stomach grumbles in agreement. "...lost track of time."
Sinister	"And that's why I doubt your hips would complain if you indulged in two. You probably haven't eaten since a hair past a freckle, sweetie," Sin replies to Nick with a half-wink and the smile fading just a little. "Good to see you..." she sounds genuine, then to Shiloh as she listens and the woman prepares -- "We know one another. Which is brought to you by moi and Captain obvious," she chuckles, exhales, takes out one of her purchases as the box for the cupcakes gets prepared, flourishing a hat. It's black straw, has little roses and skulls on the hatband, made for summer, made for Gothika. It's tipped onto her head at a jaunty angle. "I found a place that screams buy me... what do you think?" this is apparently to everyone closeby. "I am surprised you don't call them fairycakes, but much like pavement, sweeties and stick-shift automobiles, if you did you'd probably get blank looks. Surprise me on the flavours, they're a gift for my husband. Are you going to slowly introduce chelsea buns and victoria sponge to the mix then?" She gestures with painted nails at the displays.
Shiloh	Shiloh smiles to Nick. "I can make a note of that, perhaps add a few more savory options for those who may not want to eat sweets..." After all, bakeries aren't just for sweet treats, but more so specialty items. Still, she grabs another plate, takes a couple slices of the raisin cinnamon bread and then slips to the back table, placing a thing of butter and a couple options of jam - black currant and mixed berry - in those little packet things on the plate with a wrapped plastic knife. "Here you go, sir." Saying this as she sets the place on the display top but then goes and gets him a coffee as well. Dark likely meant he wants it black so she'll skip offering him the cream and sugar options. Her attention goes back to the woman and she blinks. "Oh my. I absolutely love that. Where did you find it?" Not that it's every day Shiloh would wear something like that, but she'd find an occassion for it, damnit! "Okay. Surprise flavors. Decorated. I can do that." Then she smiles brighter. "Oh I would /love/ to introduct chelsea buns and victoria spongecake. Few other UK treats...and maybe some petit fours in the long run... I think I'll have to do it, indeed, slowly..." Then she heads to the register to ring everything up. Cupcakes, one slice of bread, one cookie. "Your total is..." naming a fairly decent market price, "and I'll get those cupcakes ready for you while you and your friend wait. You're welcome to sit anywhere that's free, and refills on the coffees are on the house so long as you're inside the building."
Nick	Nick glances aside to the mention of him being able to eat two. He's not watching his weight or anything. Honestly! It's just for the time being he figured one slice of bread plus a coffee would be enough for a meal. Glancing back as Shiloh makes mention of savory options he nods. "Come in for a breakfast sandwich, leave with a cookie." In theory, bakeries wuld probably have eggs on hand already. And bacon could easily be used for both breakfast, and for bacon crumble toppings. Looking to the food set before him, he nods to the bakery owner. "Thank you." The hat gets a blink and then a small smile. "Buy the place... or just the hat?" he asks. Considering who said 'place' it's very possible that wasn't a slip of the tongue. To the mention of petite fours, he glances over to Shiloh. Hmm. Something to consider. Depending on how the bread turns out...
Sinister	"Tibettan dream. By Ali's spices. They've some darling little handmade clothing options too, if you happen to be built like a rail... sadly I'm not and can only really accessorize." Sin takes her smartphone, taps it on the payment pad and adds a considerable tip for the decoration service, taking her cookie and coffee and finding a spot to enfold, leg-cross and generally sit pretty. She's quite good at that and if you didn't know her, it would be quite a camouflage. The cookie is dunked. Nothing is added to the coffee. "Meat pies, sausage rolls and if you're any good at them, introduce the American market to the joy that is cornish pasties. Once they catch on, they'll sell like the hot cakes they absolutely aren't." She offers that to Shiloh with a giggle and beckons to Nick. Come, park a load. Eating standing up is bad for the digestion or so Mother always said. "You seem to be doing quite well for being settled only a few months." To Shiloh. And to Nick again, "... really sweetie. Just the hat and a metric ton of knick-knacks." Sotto voce "...I don't think they'd understand corporate take-over or random whimsy by strangely compelling goth chickery, anyway. They mostly speak Tibetan. Never learned that one, only Burmese. I think that's myanmarese these days. Or something? No that doesn't sound right.. what a mouthful." Sip.
Shiloh	"I'm making a list in my head as I go. I wanted to get myself settled and established before I started bringing in some of the UK's finest treats, but maybe that will draw a bigger crowd. Might have to renovate a little bit for more shelf space..." Shiloh says this much and then shrugs. "In due time. Or maybe do them as daily specials. That might work out pretty well..." Oh it's wonderful having someone here who knows a bit about her home land. A place she misses but is also very glad to be away from. For many reasons. She sets to putting cupcakes in a design of a five-pointed star. Then she spreads buttercream over the top of all the cupcakes to make it look like one big cake. This buttercream is black. A skillful hand draws a pentagram and puts a heart in the middle of it. Nothing else is written - and these are all questions that one inquires on while putting the masterpiece together. Once done, she closes the box and carries it over to the table where the pair sits. "Here you go. One cupcake cake...thing. Heh. I hope he enjoys it. There's a few of everything... Chocolate Death, Cocoa Spice and Caffeine Dream. The caffeine dream one is actually my own recipe. It's a vanilla cupcake with earl grey tea flavorings...and I add a tiny bit of coffee to kick the caffeine up a notch...but it's been selling pretty well." Then she flushes. "Thank you for your kind words. I'm really trying. I've literally spent my entire savings on coming here, buying this place. I lucked out that it came with an apartment above...so...sorry to sound all sappy and shite, but your words mean a lot. I do hope you both come back."
Nick	Seeing the unspoken gesture, Nick takes the plate and coffee and heads over to share in the seats available where Sin has sat. "So, somewhere between the two options I stated." Nick surmises from Sin's answer regarding the shopping spree. He gives a small smile, setting the coffee and plate upon the nearby table before he looks to the various samplings of spread made available to him. the knife is taken, a small nub of each put upon small portions of the bread before he takes a moment to sample each. After a moment of consideration, The mixed berry gets chosen for the remainder of the top slice. He looks over to Sin. "...It's good to see you too." Nick adds in. A proper bite is taken and chewed thoughtfully as he listens to Shiloh's story. Once he swallows he looks over to Shiloh. "Do you do catering?"
Sinister	Because it was mentioned and thus because she has to, Sin looks up at the ceiling as if it's transparent, smiles faintly and looks to the disposition of the shop. "I think you lucked out a lot there, it's been nearly seventy years since one-up one-down townrows were honestly popular and the one thing I can say I despise about America, is the fact that the nation seems to tear down its history and pave over it. Nothing, except really big things, seems to get left to /become/ historical. Pave paradise and put up a parking lot, as it goes..." She smiles, inclines her head to Shiloh and finishes off the cookie. "These are -very- good by the by, though I prefer the drier end of biscuits. American style cookies aren't so good for dunking, but ehn, what can you do?" A pause, to listen to the artful creation. "That sounds quite delightful though, I expect it will delight. As will anything spicey, the more hellishly hot on the tastebuds, the better when it comes to my pookie." You know, goth chickadee BDSM queen Sin must be married to a wiccan. The alternative on that cake-thing is worrisome, except for first amendment rights! Except now Nick has to forget he heard that name referencing who it ACTUALLY references, else there will be a moment. Possibly a few moments. She turns attention to the musician. "So what have you been up to anyway? And good question." Again, to the proprietress.
Shiloh	Oh. Lots of comments and questions, but Shiloh is not deterred by this at all. She's welcoming of it in fact. "I suppose with some advanced notice I could make enough to cater an event. I haven't actually thought about it though." She admits, saying this to Nick as she looks around to make sure no one else needs anything before she continues to converse with present company. "I do offer custom cake making. Birthdays, weddings, divorce parties - and yes those are a thing - and any other special occassion or no occassion if someone just...wants a cake made." Saying this much with a grin. "I suppose I could work on something that's a bit spicier...you know how some people think us Brits don't have any palate...but if it's spicy hot you may be looking for I can surely come up with something to suit. I really don't mind making one offs - it gives me experience and helps me expand what I can offer otherwise. Oh and I may have traditional biscuits soon but - again - can't throw something different at the Americans too quickly... I would have never gotten this bakery off the ground..." This has her letting out a laugh and then she lowers her head to Nathanielle. "Thank you, by the by, for your kind words. I am glad you are enjoying the treats." A glance is given to Nick then. "Did you want me to get you anything to go? A cupcake perhaps?"
Nick	The revealed nickname does get a bit of a half smile from the musician. There's just something very amusing about there being someone in the world who would call Lucifer such. Although Nick also benefits from knowing Lucifer enough to feel comfortable finding amusement in this. But the amusement is short lived as Nathanielle asks her question. "Oh. I've kind of tagged into some open volunteer spots over at New Hope." The one that had the wall blown out? Yep. That one. "We had a good turnout with donations yesterday that today I was running over the excess to one of their sister shelters." He makes a rolling motion with his fingers, "Which...is how I ended up over here." Shiloh's explanation regarding catering and custom cake making does get a nod. The mention of getting something to go causes for him to glance back in the direction of the display. Thoughts of the occasional catering done at Shaw Studios does bring a small smile to his face. Although, it'd probably help to actually TRY the product before going that far. Him AND Wade. "...I'm thinking two of each cupcake you just mentioned... Chocolate Death, Cocoa Spice, and Caffeine Dream. I can square up with you once I'm done eating." Another piece of the jam ladden bread is popped into his mouth, giving a thoughtful chew as he looks to the decor of the place.
Sinister	"Oh, you're very welcome, sweetie..." Nathanielle informs, beaming a bedimpled smile that way for a moment. The explanation of offerings, potential for catering and deluxe one-offs for any occasion whatsoever, brings her to contemtplating thoughtfully though as she drinks her coffee and listens to Nick's explanation of the goings on. She winks at him, for the catching of the nick-name, then gets one of -those- looks on her face. "Chili pepper, or ..." she thinks about this more. "...cardamon and oh, what are they called again?" Fingers get clicked several times, to snap the words out of the air "...Cumin! That's it. In sugar cookies. You'd get sweet and hot, contrasting on the tongue. Very curry inspired though..." She muses more, then grabs a couple of napkins and smooths them flat, pulls a ballpoint pen out of -somewhere- on her person... where is a guess for other people to have... and begins a doodle-sketch on one of them.
Shiloh	Shiloh contemplates a moment and nods to Nick. "Sure. I can get those put together for you easily enough." Offering this before her attention goes to Sinister once more. "Cardamon and cumin would be a nice kick...but might tend to edge on savory rather than sweet. Easily put into scones though...which I might add to the menu also. Honestly, once I get the money saved up I sort of want to revamp the counter space...this used to be a donut shop, so the shelving space is limited unless I limit the flavors I have on offer - or do some special flavors like I was saying. One for every day of the week." A light laugh is given then. "Oh so many things...but in due time. This place will be the talk of New York I hope..." One can dream any way. "Alright. Let me get your cupcakes together and whenever you're ready just come up to the register and I'll get you squared up." This and then she turns to walk behind the counter, washes her hands and goes to put the cupcake box together for Nick.
Nick	Nick nods as he finishes chewing the bite of bread. "Thank you." He states to Shiloh, while looking over to Nathanielle. The smile strengthens at the wink before he breaks off another piece of bread to quell the urge to follow up the expression with a laugh. The bread is good...Supposing this place moves over to sandwich type fare to try and pull in more of the lunch crowd- Don't get ahead of yourself, Nick. Tasting. Then decision. Not the other way around.
Sinister	The doodle on the napkin doth not it seems, meet with Nathanielle's standards. It's discarded with a sigh and she sticks the end of the ballpoint in her teeth, wobbling it up and down like a cigarello in the hands of an anxious femme fatale. "Likely, the gimmick option will work quite well locally, but for a name, you'll probably want to appeal to odd crowds and get some publicity. By the by..." She looks at Nick, then over at Shiloh and back to Nick. "You should get a polaroid and if you get a famous face in here, put it up on a wall of weird and interesting. Enough happens in New York, you never know who you might run into." Grinning now at Nick as the man taste tests and attempts to make a decision based solely on flavour, not ideology. The way she's looking does rather suggest to look twice. "So you sound like you're from the East end, or at a far stretch... Essex, miss Shiloh."
Shiloh	"Bit west of Essex, I'm afraid. I lived in London proper." Shiloh offers as she finishes boxing up the cupcakes, secures the lid with a sticker of the shop's name and logo then places it by the register. "Then I spent some time at Harley Oxford getting a dual culinary degree. Baking and cooking, you see? So I could try to cover all bases." She smiles then and rings up the cupcakes for when Nick is ready to come and settle. "A polaroid for picture taking is an interesting thought. I've had a few faces through here that might help gain traction. Couple of mutants, a magician, and a witch..." All of that offered freely because no one can really -know- so long as she doesn't name drop anyone. "There word of mouth has helped a bit as well. So I think the horizon is looking fairly pretty at the moment."
Nick	Nick's chewing slows. Looking to Sin as she looks between him and Shiloh before bringing up famous facess and polaroids. ... Eyes look back to all of the star wars themed merchandise. ... "You mean a wall of stars?"
Sinister	"You have the east-ender twang, I might just be getting old..." Sin clucks to herself and looks thoughtfully at Nick and back to Shiloh, tipping her head to the side -- particularly as a different kind of 'star' is brought forth. "Witches and Wizards and mutants, oh my. Well, I do hope that you make a success of it here, in the big apple." She sniffs, finishes off her coffee and smooths her hand over the shape of the cupcake box with a pleased sort of smile. "Oh, he's going to -love- you..." talking to the inanimate? Yep. And back to the conversation. "If you're amenable to catering for events and getting publicity... my husband is the owner of Lux. He regularly hosts charity events and I'm sure there'll be -something- coming up soon in June. Pride month, so rainbow themed and likely covered in edible glitter and sparkles." A pause "And that's just the dancers. Oh dear, I've now got my imagination on the run."
Shiloh	"Oh. That's likely because of all the company kept by my father." Shiloh offers. "Plus, London has sort of become a melting pot of it's surrounding areas. I'm just glad I don't sound posh." Although one person has said she sounds such, but it was meant as a compliment so she let it slide. "Thank you, again. I really appreciate the encouragement." As Nathanielle talks to her box for a brief moment, she clears out the register as she's had a different idea suddenly and brings the small box of six cupcakes to Nick personally. "Here. I'm going to call this a sampler box and you owe me ten whole dollars." Her attention turns back to Nathanielle when the woman mentions her husband, a club, and an event for next month being Pride month and all. "Oh I would definitely love to cater that event. Just...here..." And she hands Nathanielle her business card. "I may need about a week's notice? Just to make sure I have the time and supplies to make everything...but it would...it would really be an honor to help cater such an event."
Nick	As the box is brought up to him. Nick turns his head, looking to the box and then to Shiloh. When she states the price, he blinks. Ten dollars for six cupcakes is definitely a good price. Grabbing a napkin, he wipes his fingertips from any stray bit of jam he may have grazed during his time masticating. shifting to the side, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a twenty. No opening of a wallet, just loose in the pocket. He hands it over to Shiloh. "Thank you." He responds. Pale eyes look to the box to make sure a business card or business information is directly recorded on the box. "Do you have any type of social media setup for the bakery?"
Sinister	"Thank you, sweetie..." the business card taken, it is held up to the light to see the quality of it and the logo as it sits. Sin smiles at it, slipping it into her phone case for presentation to the Lord of Lux later. The price offered for the cupcake 'sampler' gets a slight side-eye. "It's a deal, it's a steal, it's the sale of the f'in century..." she murmurs with a grin, but does softly cluck at the value. "However, I must bid thee adieu, both..." She nods to the door. "The driver has had plenty of time to go get what he was getting and I've finished my coffee. I shall sing your praises... I assure you. And be prepared perhaps to cater to other gala events.." You know, the film capital and all that jazz, also needs to feed everyone and it's not always food trucks or mobile chefs. The box is claimed though and with a kiss to her palm, she pokes her hat up to a jaunty angle, winks at both of them and heads out of the door with a box and a sway of hips. It's mesmerically metronimic, that sway -- could make a body happy to see her go.
Shiloh	Shiloh places a business card on top of Nick's box as well since she has them out to pass around in the moment. Then she takes the twenty from him and smiles. "Let me go get your change. Do you want a refill on your coffee before you leave?" Which she would have asked Nathanielle but the woman was gone in a quicker flash than a camera! At the question about social media, she shakes her head. "I thought about it. I have my own twitter, but people watch it that I don't really want tracking me here. So I thought about Instagram...cause those seem to be the only media outlets anyone pays attention to these days." She admits while walking over to the cash register to ring up the 'sample pack' and get change out for Nick.
Nick	"Very much a steal." Nick agrees before watching Sin make her leave. If he didn't know that she was a shapeshifter, Nick would probably wonder if that walk leads to hip problems with the amount of sway in each step. But he does so that thought never comes to mind. Nick looks over to Shiloh as she suggests the refill and shakes his head. "It's mostly full." He replies, the card taken and slid into his pocket. By the time Shiloh turns back to bring back Nick's change, she finds the seat empty. The door closing the only hint to where he may have gone.