Sunday at Antiquitus (Tag Stiles, OTA)

[kilrenko]

Kilrenko, fresh from her chat with Castiel, walks into the antique store with a bag smelling of heavenly cinnamon rolls.

For those who missed it, she's wearing a fur dress and black heels.

"Stiles?" she calls as she walks in the door.

(ooc: Any others interested in meeting or chatting with Kilrenko can intercept her on her way in, or after

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[sarcasticstiles]

Stiles was in the back moving some new boxes fresh from shipment (where they were shipped from was anybody's guess). He came out just as Moira was calling for him, carrying a box with a rather creepy looking doll inside. He always offered to help with the boxes because he was one of the only guys that worked there and he was young and kind of strong. Plus, he was just a decent human being.

"Yeah? Oh, hey. I didn't know you were coming in so early."

[kilrenko]

"I figured you probably were burning with curiosity about what happened. So, I brought these," she holds up the rolls. "And we can talk about it."

[sarcasticstiles]

His eyes light up at the sight of the gooey cinnamon rolls. "Uh, yeah. I mean, that guy was just a little nutso, that's all." But Stiles had actually left without a scratch, so that was a good day for him.

Who was he kidding, he was totally curious.

[kilrenko]

"Get some napkins and milk from the back room," she smiles. "I'll set them on the plates."

She moves the brownies from the table and replaces them with the two (still warm) pastries, then selects the smaller of them for herself.