Apartment hunting!

[onlynewlife]

Who: Kimberly Corman and Olive Snook
What: Apartment hunting
When: Sunday morning
Where: Starting in the Five Seasons Hotel lobby and probably moving toward Thatcher Apartments
Rating: G
Status: Complete

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[ittybittyolive]

"Oh, no... see, I have no idea where anything is. The one time I went out for a walk I was... never mind. Let's just say I didn't get very far. If it's all the way across town, we can drive." She was about to offer the use of her car, but Kimberly offered to hail a cab, and really that seemed a bit easier.

"Ohhhhhh. Okay. Yeah, I've been to the Pie Hole No. 2, but I didn't notice the apartments across the street. I was a little absorbed with the paint colors. You ought to see our uniforms. They're so... bright." Olive grinned and nudged Kimberly with her elbow.

Olive laughed and shook her head. "There's nothing to force, girl. You're awesome." And it seemed that whenever Ned hired awesome people, he fell in love with them. Well, maybe he fell in love with them then hired them, but Olive was just glad to know that Kimberly already had someone because otherwise she'd be a little bit nervous about her working at the Pie Hole. She wasn't as nervous about George, although if she thought about it for long enough she should have. Just like Chuck, George had a name that was better suited for a guy.

Kimberly hailed the taxi and it came to a screeching halt in front of them. Olive got in and slid all the way over so that Kimberly had plenty of room to slide in next to her. "Lulu seemed very nice, but I didn't get to talk to her much. Oh, I had a suggestion for your Valentine's Day party that I never got around to mentioning. What if you had a chocolate tasting? I bet we could get Ned to whip up a few different chocolate pies and then there could be like... blind taste tests and you could have goodie bags full of chocolates for your guests." Olive tended to babble, and most people back home had been used to it. She could talk for hours, but people who weren't as familiar with her often found it a little overwhelming at first.

[onlynewlife]

Kimberly's eyebrows arched with interest as she found herself wondering just what Olive had been doing the one time she went out for a walk, considering she immediately thereafter dropped the subject. As curious and nosy a person as Kimberly was, she wasn't about to fish for information right then and there; she did, after all, have an ounce or two of tact. "Yeah, honestly, most of my knowledge of town comes from the map on the forum. I haven't been a whole lot of places and I'm not big on walks in winter, so I don't get out much, either, but I did see the Thatcher Apartments listed and they're right over that way," she replied in reference to Olive's mention of the Pie Hole. Maybe it would be the Pie Hole No. 2 to Olive, but it would probably always just be the Pie Hole to Kimberly.

The mention of the uniforms gave Kimberly pause as she climbed into the cab and slid in after Olive, giving the driver the destination. "We have uniforms?" she asked a little uneasily, the first thing coming to mind was the ridiculous uniform she'd had to don when she'd worked at a mom 'n' pop ice cream shop the college between her freshman and sophomore years of high school. She tried very hard not to shudder at the memory of the cone hats and huge, hideous nametags. "Are they at least cute?" she ventured, looking over at Olive. "Bright I can do. God awful and embarrassing, never again," she laughed. She hoped, at least, that Olive's apparent enthusiasm for said uniforms was because they weren't so bad at all.

Olive's compliment toward Kimberly made her wrinkle her nose slightly and blush. "Well thanks, you're pretty awesome yourself," she chirped back. "I'm pretty sure we're gonna be amazing roommates," she added with a big grin. Her eyes lit up when Olive made a suggestion for the party that Kimberly particularly liked. "Oh! Do you think he'd do that?! That'd be so awesome," she gushed. "I love that idea, how fun is that?!" she went on excitedly.