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[sunbaked_baker]

There are familiar smells coming from the kitchen, this evening

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[gun_x_sword_otp]

Is it a bad time to meet someone whom most would hardly expect to look happy at food, then?

Possibly. Too bad with the timing, then.

"I haven't seen you in here before," Leon says, despite the fact he hasn't seen hide or tale of the bar for at least a year, despite the fact things would obviously change in that time.

He just likes to keep on top of everything that happens.

[sunbaked_baker]

The red-head (her coppery hair tied up in a sunflower-dotted kerchief) turns at the sound of the voice. Her red jeans are dusted with flour in places despite the apron that protects her tangerine-orange shirt. Her skin and hair glimmer faintly from the golden sunlight-web set into her.

"You mustn't have been looking, then, I suppose," she says to the man, wiping her hands clean of flour on her apron. "Can I help you?"

[gun_x_sword_otp]

"I am always looking," he responds, his tone as flat as any of his own past attempts in this part of the bar.

...

Yes, he has a question to answer, but apparently he isn't going to.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Then perhaps you suffer from selective blindness," she says, a slight wry upturning of the corner of her mouth. His tone is so serious.

"Or are not always here to look?"

[gun_x_sword_otp]

Why so serio - no, we'll refrain from that joke.

"You tell me."

Leon has no appearance that he has not gathered all the facts already - that she came here sometimes when he was not and took up residence. His eyes tell that he knows it. But he has to save face somehow.

[sunbaked_baker]

The tiny upturning turns into a smirk. The light-blue-edged shadows on his face betray him.

"You're not always here to look, but you don't like that someone slipped by you."

"Come in if you're going to come in. Have a cinnamon roll."

Aside from all the gift-baskets, there is a tray of imperfects set aside for personal disposal (nomnomnom).

[gun_x_sword_otp]

He also doesn't like evaluated correctly. So he takes the offered cinnamon roll, but he does it grudgingly, as if it is a horrible task for him.

But with the way she bakes? He loses that poker face one bite in. Okay, maybe he can deal with her presence if she makes things like this.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine's laugh is light, and a little bit smug.

"How long have you been coming here and keeping watch?" she asks, putting a tray of rosemary rolls into the oven and setting the timer. There are various other baked goods cooling on racks around the kitchen.

"It's been... well, about half a year in my world, for me. Don't know exactly how long, here."

[gun_x_sword_otp]

Leon will give her the earned smugness without protestation. He's learned that occasionally, one must do so. A very odd lesson for him to have learned.

Or maybe it's the cinnamon roll.

"Two years, I suppose."

[sunbaked_baker]

"You aren't one of the lucky ones that can choose when the bar shows up for them, are you?" she asks. He doesn't sound like one.

[gun_x_sword_otp]

"That's lucky?"

....clearly not.

[sunbaked_baker]

She raises an eyebrow at him. "To be able to choose whether or not to come here, instead of just walking through a door to find yourself kidnapped by a mischievous bar? Yes. I totally envy those who can."

[gun_x_sword_otp]

"I do not find alternative doors all that much different from my own home."

Leon has experienced many places turning out to not be what was expected. It was not always the fault of a keyblade wielder, either. It just... happened.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Doors often don't go where they're supposed to, where you're from?" she asks. "I don't know if I could get used to that. Doors tend to lead to the room they're built into, where I'm from."

Unless you're taking a trip through Nowheresville, and then all bets are off. All bets.

[gun_x_sword_otp]

"It can be informative," Leon says. "But that is not always a good thing."

But the bar is not always a good thing, either, one supposes?

[sunbaked_baker]

"How does it... provide information?" Rae asks, not following. "The only people who could or would do something like that are sorcerers, in my world, and most people don't like magic stronger than anti-rot, anti-mildew and anti-termite wards around the the construction of their house."