croissant happy hour

[herr_bookman]

"...but still will keep"--and here a pause--"a bower quiet for us, and a sleep," Autor recites. "Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.*"

The boy pats Bar, bidding her a goodnight before he hops over the counter. He takes a few moments to take secret things out of his sylladex and to review his list. Then he writes a message on the blackboard in neat, flowing script:

Croissants with Surprise Fillings
All Vegetarian
Unfilled Also Available
He sets his blue, twenty-sided die on the counter, and waits for the first customer.

*Endymion: Book I, by John Keats

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[aka_casanova]

Giovanni comes in from outside, tired and sweaty, sheathing his sword as he steps through the back door, and immediately gravitates to the promise of food.

"I'll take whatever filling you give."

[herr_bookman]

Autor smiles a bit, inclines his head, and rolls his die. "Ah, sixteen. Buttered pecans with cinnamon and sugar all right?" he asks, plating the croissant.

He retrieves number nineteen--buttered asparagus--for himself.

[aka_casanova]

"Sounds delicious", he says with a smile. "And very luxurious."

[cook_the_rude]

"Hello, Autor!"

That is Hannibal Lecter, leaning on the bar. "So that is what you made your croissants for."

[herr_bookman]

"Just as I told you," Autor says, leaning back and folding his arms. "I do worry about your memory, I really do."

He might be teasing.

"Would you like a croissant, Dr. Lecter?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course," Dr. Lecter says, smiling. "Please."

[souffle_girlek]

"What do I get if I don't want to chip a tooth?" Oswin teases as she settles at the bar.

Guess who hasn't seen the Preda Doctor via spybot for the last few days?

[herr_bookman]

Autor turns to her, beaming. "For you, Oswin?" Safe sex on the beach, he thinks, damnable blush already stirring on his cheeks. He wouldn't know how to make the drink she'd served him anyhow.

He scoops up the die and holds it aloft before rolling it on the bar in front of her. "A number nine. Which is, as I recall, cheddar cheese and broccoli," he says, tilting his head. "Does that suit or should I eat it and you try your luck for a sweeter one?"

[souffle_girlek]

"Well, I haven't the foggiest what a broccoli is, so I suppose I should be adventurous and try it." She replies, picking up the dice. "Afraid you'll have unpopular choices?"

[takingthechance]

"You know, I've never had a croissant." Sam's still in uniform - she keeps getting these odd reprieves, and her father seems oddly reluctant to leave Hastings. "They're French, right?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor turns to her with a small smile, and nods. His gaze sharpens on her uniform, trying to identify her where and when, but only for a moment. "That they are," he says, inclining his head. "Would you like to try one?"

[takingthechance]

"Sure." It's clearly done on a whim, but it certainly sounds like something she doesn't have a prayer of getting back home, and rations aren't likely to end any time soon. "Err... what are they?"

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I am breathless with anticipation," says Bossuet cheerily, leaning on the bar. "Fate, do your worst!"

((Oh jeez, I'm sorry--I am about to fall asleep on my feet, but wanted to get in a tag.))

[herr_bookman]

Autor's eyes widen a bit, but he grins. "Breathless with anticipation?" he says. "Here's hoping they'll live up to the hype, then."

He rolls the die with an appropriate dramatic flourish across the bar top, and watches as it pops up with a thirteen. "Ah," Autor says, plating the croissant. "Apricot preserves."

[OOC: Sleep well!]

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"It's good to start every day with a sense of anticipation, for good or ill. --Thirteen. Naturally." With a number like that he's about to brace himself for, say, fish paste and brussels sprouts, but apricot preserves sound suspiciously good.

He takes the plate and has a bite. "--That's not unfortunate at all."

[mix_it_up]

[ooc: Would you mind a late tag?]

[herr_bookman]

[OOC: Please! That'd be awesome.]

[fry_sandhu]

Fry comes up to the counter, picks up the dice, and starts rolling it.

"20, critical hit!" he spins it around on the surface of the bar.

[herr_bookman]

"A what now?" Autor says, raising a brow. A small smile plays around his lips. "Hello, Fry. What makes the die roll a hit, much less a critical one?"

[fry_sandhu]

"Dungeons and dragons." Fry says. "Why else do you have a d20?"

[mix_it_up]

Asami glances from the sign, to the die, and then back.

"I don't know what those are," she says, sounding curious. And maybe wondering if a many-sided die is always involved.

[herr_bookman]

Autor smiles at his pai sho teacher. "They're a flaky pastry," he says, and holds up the die, as she was looking at it. "I roll this to determine which filling people will get. Would you like one, Asami?"

[mix_it_up]

Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn't hesitate to answer, "All right."

[runningred]

{ooc: too late to join in?}

Jay leans on the bar with a smile. "Hey Autor. You taking over from Rae as the bar's star baker?"

[herr_bookman]

[OOC: Nope! Thanks for tagging in.]

"Good heavens, no," Autor says, setting his tea down. "I am lucky to be her pupil, nothing more. How are you, Jay? Would you care for a croissant?"

His smile is quick, as they often are, but it's there.