Happy Hour!

[sunbaked_baker]

The long day of baking had been cathartic, and Sunshine had needed it. Rae... wasn't thinking about what was going on back home, just yet. Wasn't ready to, so wasn't going to. Not right now. She had just set the tray of still-warm baked good on the bar when she'd received a napkin

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[killitwith_fire]

"So, there anything in those drinks y'think I'd like?" Axel asks, slouching onto a barstool.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine sets a couple of the jalapeno-sweetcorn muffins on a plate for him without asking, smiling. "None are particularly spicy, but the Tequila Sunrise would at least match your hair."

^_^

[killitwith_fire]

"All right, let's go with that," Axel says, laughing. And eats a muffin.

Mmmmm.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine grins - she always likes to see people enjoying her cooking. "All right then."

It's not a hard drink to make, and she's made it before. It doesn't take long before the tall, red-orange drink is set on the bar in front of the tall, red-orange Axel.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart leans on the bar counter, smiling.

(Not grinning, smiling.)

"Cataclysm and bitter death," he says, looking at her sign. "I think I'll have one of each. What drink should I take with them?"

Sunshine looks a lot better than last time, he observes.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Caramelly cataclysmic death by chocolate it is," she smiles back, setting one of each on a small plate and setting that before him.

She's doing better. Not... wholly great, but better. Time away has helped.

"Hmmmm," Rae thinks, pondering Urquhart's tastes. She remembers he likes fruit, at least. "The Sunset has watermelon schnapps, coconut rum, pineapple juice, and grenadine. How does that sound?"

[scots_wolf]

"That sounds like a very delicious mix," Urquhart says. "And like one I'd quite enjoy. Thanks!"

He pulls both plates close, looks at them, takes in their scent.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Thought you might like it."

She grabs the watermelon schnapps and the malibu rum, and begins making the drink.

[twoyearsmore]

A happy-looking red-haired girl practically bounces onto one of the bar stools.

"Can I have a Sunshake, please?"

[sunbaked_baker]

The amused-looking red-haired bartender grins. "Of course you can," she answers.

"Care for anything else to go with it?"

There's.... a lot of baked goods there, all smelling and looking delicious.

[twoyearsmore]

There certainly are. Lily looks them over with a critical eye (well, as critical as an eleven year-old can have).

"How about a Chocoholia?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Very good choice," she says, smiling as she gets the girl a plate with a piece of the chocolatey goodness on it, a fork and a napkin. Then she turns to start on the Sunshake, grabbing the orange juice from a nearby fridge.

"What's your name, kiddo?"

[no_saber]

Laranth was once told, when a certain someone found out that she really didn't get humans (whilst on the subject of really good food) that she ought to look up someone named Sunshine.

Based on the evidence, this person at least knows a 'Sunshine'.

...

And there are, as advertised, Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head.

...

She's a little (lot) weirded out by the names though. They don't sound like things that certain someone would appreciate.

Once again, humans are confusing.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Hello," greets the aforementioned Sunshine, smiling at the newcomer. Despite the blueness. Or possibly because of it. Sue her, one of her friends is occasionally blue. "Care for a drink or something to eat?"

[no_saber]

Bluish, greenish, it's just the lighting.

...

Or, you know. The twi'lek genetics. Whatever.

"You... are the one who made the..." She pauses, searches for a word, and resorts to reading off the sign. "Baked goods?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Yep," Rae grins. "That's me. I'm Sunshine."

(ooc: Apologies for the delay - updated computer browser and got a laptop full of malware. Had to take care of it. *LONG-SUFFERING SIGH*)

[themysciradiana]

"Now I wish I had someone to share a cinnamon roll with," Diana observes, smiling slightly as she peruses the specials board.

"As I'd hate for most of one to go to waste. Hmm."

And a moment later --

"Dare I ask what Bitter Chocolate Death is?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Oh, I've never had any trouble with anyone starting one and being unable to finish," Sunshine grins. Even if people only intend to eat half of one, they tend to force themselves to finish it, simply because it tastes so good.

"Bitter Chocolate Death is this here," she says, gesturing to the dense, moist chocolate cake as deep and dark as sin. "Semi-sweet chocolate flourless cake. For chocolate purists, who want something more intense than sweet."

[themysciradiana]

Diana studies the cake very seriously, then quirks a smile as she looks back up at Sunshine.

"Is that what you would classify as a secret weapon?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Mayyyybe," Sunshine grins, brightly.

"Usually it'd be the Killer Zebras, the Death of Marat, or the Buttermost Limit, but I didn't make those today. The Cinnamon Rolls usually do well as a weapon of mass deliciousness on their own. They're enough to make hardened veteran cops lick their plates and fussy business women run in high heels over our cobblestones to get to the coffeehouse before we run out every morning."

Pride? In our Sunshine? It's more likely than you think.