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There was a small cylindrical container beside the machine, copper with snowflakes cut from it's mass in decoration. Out the rim poked icicles of crystal, handling the silver plated spoons that would accompany the treats. Genevieve fished two out, keeping them close together. Moving closer to Silas, she slipped them apart, flipping one up to wedge in her elbow crease and scooping cream with the other in one fluid motion. Winking at Silas, she popped the cream in her mouth.

"Oh, wow," Genevieve gushed, holding her hand to her bosom to conceal the pilfered spoon, "This is..." She scooped again, and aimed directly towards Silas's mouth.

Another patron entered at that point, a woman with skirts that were larger than life. Her petticoats swished almost as loudly as her metal heels clacked. Such was a recent fashion to take Abingdol Falls, causing the streets of aristocracy to come alive with clatter. She was greeted by name, and smelled heavily of violets.

"Miss Himmel!" Tobias Molodoux spoke from where he was. It wasn't that he didn't trust the two strangers, though he didn't, it was that the machine was his prize machine.

"Molodoux," The woman who was Miss Himmel shrieked in return, her voice that of a lark. "Come come, a sugar smooch for frequent!" She had at this point come all the way inside, and was leaning over the counter by the register demanding a proper greeting. Tobias's mustache bristled as he looked from Genevieve and Silas to the large and in charge Miss Himmel. Sighing curtly and smiling, he turned and went over to Miss Himmel and traded her kisses on their side faces.