J,GoB, Late Wednesday Morning [ 02/17 ].
Angua was standing in front of the display cases at the pastry shop, trying to decide which nibbles to get for the tea she was having later with a vampire. They were three words that, while very logical on their own, made no sense and had no business hanging out together in a sentence like that. Angua. Tea. Vampire.
She didn't even know what sort of tea vampires tended to take. It wasn't as if she could ask if they made anything with their beverage of choice, and make sure it's fresh, har har. Scones, perhaps, very proper with tea. Or perhaps chocolate. Everyone like chocolate. It could work.
And, no matter how much she eyed them, she doubted it would be very appreciated if she splurged on some of those ridiculously yummy looking doggie biscuits. Angua might need to just make her purchases and get out of here before she needed a towel for drooling.
[[ open for all your baked good needs, of course! work is either going to be excrutiatingly boring or batshit insane, but I won't know for another two hours ]]
She didn't even know what sort of tea vampires tended to take. It wasn't as if she could ask if they made anything with their beverage of choice, and make sure it's fresh, har har. Scones, perhaps, very proper with tea. Or perhaps chocolate. Everyone like chocolate. It could work.
And, no matter how much she eyed them, she doubted it would be very appreciated if she splurged on some of those ridiculously yummy looking doggie biscuits. Angua might need to just make her purchases and get out of here before she needed a towel for drooling.
[[ open for all your baked good needs, of course! work is either going to be excrutiatingly boring or batshit insane, but I won't know for another two hours ]]