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eswareinmal2012-08-22 07:01 pm
dailybread) wrote in eswareinmal2012-08-22 07:01 pm
Entry tags:
RD16, log + orb!
Characters: Peeta Mellark and you.
Open? Yes.
Where: Market quarter of Schwanheim, in a previously vacant storefront.
When: Early afternoon, RD 16
What: Peeta is opening a bakery and needs some taste-testers.
Warnings: None. Schmoopyness?
[Peeta's got flour in his hair, arms covered in dough, and a smile on his face. The crackling of a stove can be heard, if you listen closely; the locale itself is bright and sunny.]
Rue, you wanted cake, didn't you? And anyone else can come by, if you want. There's plenty to go around.
The castle dressmakers were...pushy. No worse than the stylists at the capital, but Faolan was right--they wouldn't give him pants. What he got wasn't so bad, though, if he rolled up the sleeves, although the shoes weren't very comfortable.
Buying a building with some of his gold (the amount of which was staggering; his jaw dropped when the treasurer had opened his vault in the castle) was easy. The shop was spacious, clean and well-lit with large windows to allow sun to spill in over the floor. The stove was nice, too; an old one, fed with wood. Peeta would have chopped the logs himself, but he hadn't been able to get his hands on an axe; the townspeople had insisted it was unbecoming of a princess to do manual labor.
So he'd bought some of those, too, along with three sacks of flour, raw cocoa, milk, butter, sugar, and a myriad of other ingredients he'd only read about. Currently in the oven was a batch of sweet buns--Katniss liked them; the smell called to mind her dark braid and bright, calculating eyes--and he was whisking together batter for a chocolate cake while he waited.
[[OOC: Just let me know in your subject line whether you're talking back to him on the orb or physically showing up. :3]]
Open? Yes.
Where: Market quarter of Schwanheim, in a previously vacant storefront.
When: Early afternoon, RD 16
What: Peeta is opening a bakery and needs some taste-testers.
Warnings: None. Schmoopyness?
[Peeta's got flour in his hair, arms covered in dough, and a smile on his face. The crackling of a stove can be heard, if you listen closely; the locale itself is bright and sunny.]
Rue, you wanted cake, didn't you? And anyone else can come by, if you want. There's plenty to go around.
The castle dressmakers were...pushy. No worse than the stylists at the capital, but Faolan was right--they wouldn't give him pants. What he got wasn't so bad, though, if he rolled up the sleeves, although the shoes weren't very comfortable.
Buying a building with some of his gold (the amount of which was staggering; his jaw dropped when the treasurer had opened his vault in the castle) was easy. The shop was spacious, clean and well-lit with large windows to allow sun to spill in over the floor. The stove was nice, too; an old one, fed with wood. Peeta would have chopped the logs himself, but he hadn't been able to get his hands on an axe; the townspeople had insisted it was unbecoming of a princess to do manual labor.
So he'd bought some of those, too, along with three sacks of flour, raw cocoa, milk, butter, sugar, and a myriad of other ingredients he'd only read about. Currently in the oven was a batch of sweet buns--Katniss liked them; the smell called to mind her dark braid and bright, calculating eyes--and he was whisking together batter for a chocolate cake while he waited.
[[OOC: Just let me know in your subject line whether you're talking back to him on the orb or physically showing up. :3]]
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