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[letunityblossom]

Bakery
[It's October, which means stores are getting ready for Halloween! And the bakery is no exception; Lithuania's found himself with an excess of pumpkin, bat, and skeleton cookie cutters, and he's putting them to good use. Currently, he's decorating a freshly cooled batch, putting probably more care into the way they look than the drones would

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[vitalizes]

[Scout wanders into the bakery because he needs some breakfast before work to give him energy to pester the entire town. He smells the freshly baked cookies as soon as he opens the door, and his gaze trails riiiight to the tray on the counter. Of sample cookies, he assumes.

Please excuse him as he dashes toward the tray and stuffs five in his mouth.]

[letunityblossom]

[Oh. Well, he kind of expected something like this would happen...]

Ah, hello...

[vitalizes]

[Scout responds, but as he does crumbs go flying out of his mouth.]

Wassuhp man, nahce cookees.

[His words are also a bit muffled, thanks to the treats.]

[letunityblossom]

Um, thank you. I set out samples sometimes...

[Washing the countertop.]

[emperorsangel]

[Sanguinius needs to get bread for the family and not the stuff they sell in a bag at the store. Only the best for his own. So he ducks into the doorway.]

Good afternoon.

[letunityblossom]

Good afternoon!

[Lithuania smiles.]

How are you? Are you looking for something in particular?

[emperorsangel]

I believe cookies would be in order, yes.

[letunityblossom]

Of course! Which would you like?

[The contents of the bakery span a few countries, given its international employees.]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[So a Nazi walks into a bakery...

Halloween may not be a particularly large holiday in Germany, but the Major had to admit he always had a fondness for it, if just because of the types of creatures he tended to associate with in general. Along with that was his love of the season of fall to begin with.

And he had to admit, those cookies looked quite good. He'll take one of the sample cookies as he looks about the bakery before turning to Lithuania and smiling amiably.]

My, quite good!

Did you bake these?

[letunityblossom]

[Oh, he remembers that voice. Even if he's only really heard the man on the phone and seen him around... His tone is stiff.]

I did, yes.

[sturmbahnfurher]

They're quite good!

[He just smiles Lithuania. He recognizes the tone, and doesn't give anything close to two damns.]

I'd like to purchase a few dozen for the police force, I think.

[letunityblossom]

That's fine. Would you like a box?

[The "get out" is radiating here, but he is still being polite. Sort of.]

[ceilingdemonis]

[Steal the whole tray, you say?

Why, Amaimon will gladly help with that. It must have happened sometime when Lithuania was in the back for a moment or simply busy with something else, because there is now a man in an ill-fitting suit seated cross-legged on the counter with the tray of cookies now in his lap.

He is working his way through them, one by one, not a care in the world. Omnomnom.]

[letunityblossom]

[...Why does he set out samples, things like this happen every time.]

...Y-you really shouldn't be sitting on the countertop.

[ceilingdemonis]

[Keep asking yourself that, Lithuania.]

Oh? [He stuffs another cookie in his mouth, entirely okay with talking with his mouth full.] Why not?

[letunityblossom]

It's not for sitting on.

[princecreepshow]

[Bel is hanging around the bakery. He's not given up finding sushi yet, but he knows very well that he won't find any in there. Yet when he enters the bakery, it's what he asks for.]

Hello~ Got any sushi in here~?

[letunityblossom]

Eh? No, this is a bakery. I don't think there's any sushi in Mayfield...

[princecreepshow]

That's boring. Any civilisation needs a good sushi-place~

[He leans on the counter, grabbing one of the free cookies.]

[letunityblossom]

I don't think it would fit the 1950s American town stereotype.