Happy Hour!

[sunbaked_baker]

The napkin that appears to Sunshine as she brings out a tray of the day's baking is quite welcome, really. Maybe the Bar knows that she's been trying to save up money for gifts. It's a cold night, so she figures people could probably use something hot to eat and drink.


Specials!
Hot mulled cider
Hot mulled wine
Tea
Coffee

Fresh cinnamon rolls
Warm maple-sugar poundcake
Caramel Cataclysms
Killer Zebras
Chocoholia
Bitter Chocolate Death
Glutton's Grail

"Happy Hour's started, everyone!" Rae calls, putting her sunflower-spotted apron back on. "What can I get you?"

Comments

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

There's a tired sorcerer at the end of the bar.

How tired?

Well, there's snoring.

Only the way his ring is faintly glowing indicates that he didn't just collapse there. This might even be planned.

[sunbaked_baker]

He's not going to let that cinnamon roll and cup of tea go cold, is he? That would be a terrible shame.

Of course, if it turns out he's really asleep, Rae will warm the cinnamon roll up and make a fresh cup of tea.

At the moment, Rae is barely resisting the urge to steal his hat.

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

"Touch the hat, and I'll hang you by your belt buckles from the highest branch of the willow tree." Balthazar mutters, without moving a muscle.

He's protective of the hat.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Thankfully, I am not wearing a belt," she replies, laughing at him.

"Not getting enough sleep?" Dave's eagerness to train must be wearing the poor sorcerer out. >_>

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

"I can sleep when it is over." Or when he's here. That also works. Here, he doesn't have to make sure Dave doesn't kill himself doing something stupid, or run away when his back is turned.

[sunbaked_baker]

"There are rooms upstairs, you know. They're really nice." At least hers is.

"You don't need to be worn out before things really start."

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

"No one brings me cinnamon rolls and tea there." Balthazar points out with perfect logic.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Yeah, but you can sleep without being interrupted up there," she reminds him. "Food and drink are good, but sleep's a must, too."

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

"I am well, Rae." He reiterates in a quelling tone, sitting up to pull his cinnamony treat closer.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Just making sure."

Masters look after their apprentices, and vice-versa.

"How are things back in New York?"

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

"We're doomed." He tries to remember the boy has only just started learning, tries to remember what he was like a little boy.

But really.

The boy has so much talent, and such little confidence. It's horribly dangerous.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Anything I can do to help?"

Freely offered, almost instantaneously.

[777thdegree.livejournal.com]

What he wouldn't do to take some of her willingness and shove it into Dave's head.

Alas.

"Keep me in cinnamon rolls."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

A figure approaches the bar in a red, fur-lined cloak, the hood pulled up over his head.

The question you have to ask yourself, Rae, is:

Were you a good girl this year?

[sunbaked_baker]

By her own measure, no. No, she wasn't. She did horrible things this year. And last. But they were for a good cause.

"Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" she asks with a smile.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

The figure pushes the hood back, revealing the fair-haired, merry old elf underneath.

"A glass of Dorwinion, perhaps, unless the bar does not keep any on hand." He knows some things come by magic, and he has not yet tried any of the non-wooden tenders.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae laughs slightly, wry and slightly apologetic. "I'm guessing I should look among the wines, but that's only a guess."

Charlie's Coffeehouse might be the only coffeehouse anyone has ever heard of that also serves wines and champagnes, but they've never been Sunshine's cup of tea, so to speak.

And beyond the name, she doesn't know what she should be looking for.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"No, my dear - some of your mulled wine will do just as well, and be much less trouble." Considering that most humans in his own world do not know what it is, he isn't overly surprised.

[sunbaked_baker]

"That... would be easier, if it's all right with you," Sunshine replies with a wry smile. "I'm totally fine with going to look, though it would likely take a while."

"And," she admits, pouring a fragrant, faintly steaming cup of the warm mulled wine for him. "Half of the bottles back there are labeled in unfamiliar languages."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it is quite easy to recognize." Glorfindel avows, pulling a napkin closer. "Perhaps if you have something to write with?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"One sec," she says, moving to check the counter drawers for a pen. Finding one, she hands it over, "Here you go."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

He spends a few moments fiddling with it, trying to figure out how it works. He's fairly quick on the uptake, however, so soon he is sketching out a word in a flowing script, full of long swooping lines and precisely placed dotted accents that looks nothing at all like English.

"There - Dorwinion."

[sunbaked_baker]

Nothing like English, indeed. Nothing like anything she's ever seen, certainly.

"Mind if I go look? It's not really a busy night." She's not really worried about customers coming up to the bar while she's in the back.

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"You may as you wish, but I am satisfied." Glorfindel breezes, curling his hands around the warmed cup. "There is no need to run."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine smiles at him, light-web in her skin glimmering faintly as she moves to pick up the paper with the strange-seeming word written upon it. "If I go get it now, it'll be ready if you want a second cup."