To see an opera

[sunbaked_baker]

(Up in her room, Rae gets ready.)


When Sunshine comes down the stairs, today, she may not look wholly like herself. The baker is usually seen in the bar wearing bright t-shirts or sweaters, with colorful jeans and sneakers, her hair up in a ponytail or held back by a likewise colorful kerchief. One colorfully casual customer.

Today her hair is down, tumbling about her scarred shoulders in loose waves of red, and what she wears is not her normal style at all.

She takes care with her steps, and not just because of the silver heels that grace her feet. As she moves down the stairs, Rae consciously straightens her spine against the fluttery nervous feeling in her stomach, and hopes it will soon pass.

This is going to be an enjoyable outing. Rae refuses to let her feelings of self-consciousness mar it.



(ooc: Sunshine will likely be out of the bar for a while after this, so any and all threads are welcome, but will be millitimed to before her thread with Hannibal Lecter.)

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[cook_the_rude]

"Cioccolato," Hannibal says again, with a sudden dramatic flare of Italianitá. "Say it after me -- cioccolato!"

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine laughs, feeling cheerfully foolish as she echos, "Cioccolato!"

"La Dolce Vita di Cioccolato."

[cook_the_rude]

"Lovely!" Dr. Lecter declares, finishing his dessert. "And there, you have all the Italian you will need at the moment. Shall we be off now?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"If King Nebuchadnezzar happens to order a servant to bring him chocolate, I will know," Rae chuckles, gladly finishing her own dessert before moving to stand.

"That was wonderful, Dr. Lecter. Thank you again."

[cook_the_rude]

"This," Dr. Lecter says, taking their dishes over to the sink, "was only the beginning."

He offers her his arm.

[sunbaked_baker]

And gladly, she takes it.