16281/What Sweet Treats You Have

What Sweet Treats You Have
Date of Scene:	17 May 2024
Location:	The Dark Side Bakery, Flushing
Synopsis:	Shiloh meets Thomas, sells a few treats and gets a treat for herself.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Shiloh Foster

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Thomas Raith has posed:
~SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME, DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOVE...A BAD NAME..~ The music is likely breaking all sorts of noise ordinances, and the white Corvette that it emanating from looks like it could get a speeding ticket while parked at a red light. The man who steps out of it likewise should be agienst the law. No man should be that pretty. He comes in with a bright almost too white smile looking around the bakery seeming to take it all in before heading to the counter.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
There are a few people inside eating their treats, and Shiloh is behind the counter sweeping and cleaning between customers as she always does. She has on her apron that sports the bakery's name and logo, jeans, and a simple black tee shirt along with boots and her never-taken-off collar. As the door chimes to announce a new arrival, she looks up - but she could have heard this one coming in from a mile away. A bright smile is given as she sets aside her broom and washes her hands. "Hello and welcome to The Dark Side. I'm Shiloh. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask." There's cupcakes, cookies, cakes and slices of, and she's expanded her line a bit to include bread, sweet rolls, and kolaches.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a little bit, "Well you can start me off with something sweet, gooey... and very bad for me." he says in a tone that is so wicked that it almost sinful. In fact some old lady actually starts fanning herself and mutters something about how she would give him something gooey. He looks around a bit more and adds, "I don't suppose you do custom orders?"

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh raises a brow and then chuckles. "Mmn, sweet and gooey....maybe one of my chocolate chips. I know it sounds plain, but there's a trick to make the chips stay all melty and the center to be just baked enough to be edible but still soft and...squishy..." She manages to say all of that with a mostly straight face before popping a cookie into a bag and handing it over the counter. "How about one on the house just to make sure it meets your needs. And yeah, I mean I do custom cakes for sure...but I can do just about anything I have custom if you've got an idea in mind."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a bit, handing over the few dollars for the cookie and allowing himself a near orgasmic moan. "Oh that is wonderful." He says with a grin, but shakes his head. "One of my employee's has a daughter, and the daughter is having a birthday.... And she wants... a Blow-y cake?" He seems as baffled at this as anyone could be..

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh accepts the money for the cookie - considering it a tip - and as he reacts to that first bite she smiles...and then bites her lower lip a moment. Turning, she walks to the register to put the money in the till and giving herself a moment to compose. Though she has to laugh at how he pronounces the name. "Oh! You mean a Bluey cake? Of the cartoon dog?" She walks back over to the book on the display counter and opens it to a few pages with some examples.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a bit, "Well if that is appropriate for a four year old girl, then I hope so? Axe has a bit of an accent so I can't be a hundred percent sure." He chuckles a bit looking at the design and smirking just a bit, "I would hope it wasn't what /I/ was thinking of...

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"I understand the implications of accents all too well. My own giving some people a hard time to understand what I'm saying. Or when I accidentally use slang that you Americans don't know the meanings of." Shiloh says this much and then looks to the book for a moment. "I would say, for a four year old, I would do this one. It's a sheet cake, good for a small to medium birthday party...the image is superimposed onto the cake with edible paper to it's transparent and safe to consume." Explaining that as she shows him. "When would you need the cake by?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs slightly and nods. "It would also need to say Happy Birthday Maria." He says looking at the cake. "the birthday is in four days, and I think there are going to be like four other kids there so that sounds right to me." He says with approval. "And I actually like your accent. There is something about the Londan accent that does hotwire an Americian man's brain."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Yeah. I could do that. What time would you like to come pick the cake up on..." Shiloh counts the days in her head and says whatever day is correct. "I can certainly write that message on the cake too..." She actually pulls a cake order sheet out the back of the book, grabs a pen and begins filling things out. "Now, do you know what flavor cake they want? I can do all vanilla, all chocolate, or half and half..." What he says about her accent makes her flush a little. "I'm sure most people who hear me speak go a little gooey in the brain..."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith gives her a wicked look and his next words seem like they are laced with pure pleasure... as if they temselves were a wicked promise that had nothing to do with cakes.. "Oh I am sure that it isn't entirely your accent that makes men weak.." He says and then all at once the effect fades, "Best make it all vanilla, I don't know these kids but I'd hate for one to be alergic to chocolate.

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh blinks at his words, unable to help the tiny shiver that goes through her with what Thomas says first and then it's like it never happened. "Vanilla. Got it. If you wanna check with the mom and see if that works...you have until tomorrow afternoon if you wanna change the flavors. I suppose then vanilla buttercream as the icing will be the safest?" Though she does show him the options of vanilla, raspberry, strawberry, chocolate, cinnamon...likely flavors that pair well with certain cake flavorings.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a bit, his eyes seeming just a little bluer then before... likely a trick of the light... "Well I am willing to trust you... I bet you can make things...absolutely... unforgettable." He grins a little more and chuckles, "I don't suppose I could also get another of those cookies? I really do need something sweet to nibble on."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Shiloh could give him a few sweet things to nibble on, and she flushes a little red just thinking about that sort of comeback. "Well I can surely try. And of course... just one more or would you like a few? They're two bucks a cookie, or you can get six for 8 or an even dozen for 15." Looking at him for an answer and she spies those bright blue eyes a moment before turning away to grab a bag and puts at least one cookie into it while waiting for his answer.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a bit, "Oh I better not go for more then six... I have absolutely /no/ self control... and when I am given something I enjoy too much I will..eat it..all up.." He takes another bit of the cookie he already bought and adds, "Then again... Some might say I have no redeeming moral virtues what so ever..."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"Well, seeing as how most of you take the piss out of morality anyway, it doesn't surprise me..." Shiloh pops six cookies into the bag and walks down to the register to ring up the sale. "Alright. So the six cookies... do you want to pay for the cake now or on pick up?" Asking this as she looks back over to him, all smiles and sweetness as she does. Cause, you know, customer service and whatnot.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles just as wickedly and slides a $100 bill to the woman over the counter. "I don't normally pay for services before I recieve them.. but you look like someone who will definatly make good on any deal.." He says with a smirk adding "If you'd throw in a cup of coffee though, that would be fantastic..."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"I do aim to please." Shiloh says before hurriedly adding, "all my customers, that is. I mean not...uhm..." Then she takes the bill, adds in the cost for the cake and runs the payment. "So that's...$42 in change...uhm...do you want any cream or sugar in that coffee?" She leaves the change on the counter and then turns to go fetch the coffee, making sure to put it in a to-go cup.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins just a little bit, "Oh defiantly, creamy and sweet are basically my favorite combinations..." He takes the change stuffing one of the twenties into the tip jar on the counter and smirks just a little bit more, "I actually run a Jazz Club over in Sunnydale... If you ever happen to be that way.." He slides two VIP passes for some place called "The Blue Lady". "Bring a date... or I may have to take care of you personally..."

Shiloh Foster has posed:
Cream and sugar with a little coffee. Enough to taste it on the back end and get the effect of the caffeine, surely. Then she turns back and sets the cup aside the bag of cookies. The two VIP passes are lifted. "Oh, I... would absolutely love to go to a jazz club. I should have known one existed in the area. I even have a nice dress to wear when I first visit." Bring a date. Does Remy like jazz? Or will she push the boundaries of someone else taking care of her personally. "I appreciate this a lot..." A pause. "Oh. What's the name on the cake order?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith picks up the reciept and coffee, smiling wickedly, "Oh and now you want to drag names into our banter, tsk tsk. Ahh well I suppose it can't be helped. Thomas. Thomas Raith." He says slipping the slip of paper away...

Shiloh Foster has posed:
"If only we could have gotten away with anonymity..." Shiloh jokes and then goes to grab the cake order sheet, adds his name at the top, tears off the carbon copy and hands him that. "Well. Thomas. Maybe I'll see you at the Blue Lady...maybe I'll see you when you come get the cake. It was a pleasure doing business with you. Please...tell a friend." Then something clicks in her head. "....You wouldn't happen to have a brother named Harry, would you?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins slowly, mischievously.. "Oh? Have you met Harry? I promise you that whatever he told you about me was a lie... I am so much worse..." He offers as he heads back out to his car..