Pommel Grade
“AHck!” Came the muffled sound from the kitchen, Pommel, quickly putting her fingers in her mouth. She’d accidently burned herself on the tray for the biscuits she’d been making, pouting a bit as she made her way over to the tap to douse her hand. She grumbled slightly to herself, as today hadn’t been going too swimmingly for her. Just one of those off days, but she was going to turn it around. This was precisely why she was making cookies. For one, they tasted good, but most of the guild usually couldn’t resist the smell, and as long as she stood near the tray and acted cute and charming, she normally received plenty of praise. And boy, did she like being praised.
Grabbing hold of her mittens and much more cautiously leaning into the oven, Pommel retrieved the hot tray, carrying it out over to the serving window and setting it down on the mat she had prepared. “Mmm-mmm! Delicious if I do say so myself!” Biting down hard and munching loudly, she did her best job to make sure most people in the vicinity heard, and hopefully made a big deal of her cooking. Even more important than that however, was ensuring one of her idols in the guild noticed and she made another stunning impression. She sighed, cupping her hands to her cheeks, closing her eyes as she imagined it. According to Sorcerer’s Weekly, Fairy Tail had some of the most powerful S class Wizards around, and what she wouldn’t give for a chance to meet them! First and foremost was Cold Steel herself! There was no cooler female wizard on the planet! Well, maybe Candice Hallows was, but she wasn’t a part of Fairy Tail as far as she knew. She sighed again, mind abuzz with delightful thoughts. Compared to Cold Steel, all the male wizards in this guild were chumps.
"Another win for Fairy Tail!"
Pommel’s day-dream was broken by an annoying chant from nearby, the little lady turning to spot none other than Zane and gave him a slight scowl for interrupting her happy train of thought. Honestly, what was he getting so worked up about? A lame little loser like him couldn’t compare to the great wizards of Fairy Tail. Honestly, he was probably weaker than her; he was almost half her age! Haughtily talking herself up in her mind, she couldn’t help but let out her own laugh of superiority. Yes, she’d be recognised soon enough, and would prove herself capable of living amongst the stars she’d read so much about. The first step, was getting them addicted to her food, then, she’d be taken on as an apprentice wizard and given training. Her plan was foolproof! Genius, even. After all, she came up with it.
“Mmm, not bad Mel… A solid 5/5 stars as always.” Came the voice from next to her, Pommel giving a startled yelp as she jumped back to identify who spoke. Instantly, her expression soured. Ew, it was that creepo again. That Slick guy was always way too close to her personal space for her liking, and having dealt with him when budgeting the food, she’d had more than enough time to decide that she didn’t like his company.
“That's Pommel. And these are not for you!” Grabbing her tray and raspberrying at the suit clad man, she caused Slick to sigh a little, flashing the nicest grin he could.
“Oh come on, these are simply delightful. Why, I’m surprised you don’t run this kitchen yourself with the talent you have.” He smirked, still carefully eating the biscuit in hand. The little girl was usually pretty easy to play, and as expected, a little flattery went a long way to getting her to ease up a bit. She stammered and got a little embarrassed by his words, letting him sample another cookie before remembering she disliked him, giving some irate shouts and shooing him off. With heartfelt thanks and flashing a smile again, Slick strode back over to the noticeboard, giving it a look over for jobs. He’d managed to get through the paperwork for the day, and there would probably be something easy enough for him to get started on.
“Huh. She’s getting better.” He mumbled absentmindedly, genuinely surprised by the improvement in her cooking before eating the rest of his biscuit as he leafed through the posters.
Back at the counter, it was perhaps another sign of Pommel's bad day that she neither saw nor noticed one of her idols enter due to the commotion with Slick.