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.

"...Well, all right. You get some sleep," Sunshine says, slipping behind the bar and grabbing one of the drink recipe books.

She's in lime-green jeans and an electric-blue top, though they're mostly covered by the sunflower-dotted apron still tied about her waist. Where her clothes are not effectively covered, they're dusted with flour (how unusual!).

Soon, the Specials Board is up. Some the writing might be a bit cramped, but she'd had to make sure everything fit.

Happy Hour Specials!
Tequila Sunrise
Sunburn
Sun of a Beach
Sunset

Non-Alcoholic
Sunshake

AND Sunshine's Fresh Baked Goods
Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $2.50
(Extra Icing: $.50)
Bitter Chocolate Death: $2.50
Caramel Cataclysm: $2.25
Lemon Lechery: $2.00
Chocoholia: $2.00
Muffins: $1/ea, $10.00/dozen
(Blueberry-Candied Pecan, Strawberry-Chocolate, Oatmeal-Cranberry, Jalapeno-Sweetcorn)


"Happy Hour starts now, denizens of Milliways," Sunshine says, smiling as she snags a gooey, fragrant cinnamon roll for herself. "What will you have?"

(ooc: Mun is tired and heading to bed. Post is open for tags forever, though. <3)

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[killitwithfire]

"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."

^_^

[killitwithfire]

"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.

[twoyearsmore.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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?"

[no-saber.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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?"

[themysciran_diana]

"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."

[themysciran_diana]

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?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

What happens when you only have money from your world and you want one of everything?

"Do you know how to figure that money in to my money?"

She may be a little bit like her daughter when it comes to sweets.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine smiles, putting away a newly-clean glass. "I tend to let people pay what they think they should pay, in cases where the denominations are different. Interdimensional exchange rates are not my specialty."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Okay, If I lay my money on Bar she could likely exchange it? I'm unsure of how my money exchanges to yours."

[a1enzo]

It's not like Enzo is usually unaware of the baked goods on sale, but the fact that he'd have to run anything he bought upstairs and digitize it does usually lead him to pass them over in favour of already-digital goodies. Fretful as he's been lately, though, something overlarge, sugar-drenched, and bearing an intimidating name is pretty tempting. (And he's at the age where 'as big as your head' is at its most appealing, too.)

"What's the best for stress?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae grins. "Depends on what's to your tastes. When I'm stressed I tend to go for chocolate, myself, so either Chocoholia or Bitter Chocolate Death. The former's sweet, made of six different kinds of chocolate, and the latter is a semi-sweet flourless chocolate cake. More intense than sweet."

[a1enzo]

Enzo is highly in favour of chocolate in all forms, and both of those sound awfully good. "How big are they?"

[hey35andholding]

Clementine's peering at the menu items. After the week she's had, the promise of sweets are more tempting than any booze.

"How bitter is the 'bitter chocolate death'?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"It's a flourless dark-chocolate cake using semi-sweet dark chocolate. It's pretty intense, but it's also one of my best sellers," answers the red-headed baker, grinning.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine nods once. "Sounds good." She pulls out her wallet. "I'll take a slice."