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Although a bit surprised the half-demon accepted the money offered to him, holding it in his fist. ”Anything you don’t eat? That would’ve been a better question,” he remarked almost very nearly humourously, but not. Towards her other inquiries the man had to think it over, remembering himself if there was anything special noted on the calendar that was due to come up, or even anything tied to their local community. Heavens know their part of the area was always up to all sorts, celebrating this and that and paying thanks to what’s-it-name and what have you.
”There’s a lot of festivals in our neck of the woods,” he told Eris with a sideways glance, ”some pay tribute to the local shrine and celebrate its existence and give thanks to all that it stands for, while others are more holiday oriented and about coming together and putting on shows, games and things.” Molyneux had suffered through enough of the so-called festivals to know a thing or two about them, and the bar had always hosted some sort of festive night for the public to tie in with the celebrations. Those were usually the big money-making nights. ”Of course there are other special nights we host, you know, for the more unique sorts of our community.” By that he was referring to their own kind, the demons who resided in all parts of the city. It was a regular thing to have some kind of “monster night” within the bar though only in the later hours, a sort of lock-in you could call it, that went on into the early hours of the next day. Sometimes those could get really wild.
Not long after a woman appeared to serve the pair, a rather happy and smiling young woman who, after being given only a simple and straight, ”Just the usual for Ivy Rose,” from the half-demon, was quickly away and yo-yoing back and forth between the various counters. A few minutes later and she soon came back and stood before them, nudging a just slightly bigger than normal white box tied together with fine, thin string, with the shops logo branded on the top.
“Anything else?” She asked, smiling at the man. “Your business is always welcomed here.”
With a nod, Molyneux handed over the right amount before lifting the box and carried it securely in his grasp. ”Are you good to go with the other deliveries? Rose is expecting them.”
Tucking hair behind an ear the woman chirped, “Oh yes, you can expect it to arrive by this afternoon. We even threw in a little something extra to show our gratitude, we hope everyone there enjoys our cakes... As well I included everything you wanted too, Mr. Molyneux. I hope you’ll be very happy.” She bowed with an unfaltering smile, waving them off. “Please do come again.”
The man was already half out the door by that point, carrying the box of cakes. Once outside and stepping to the side out of the way, Molyneux nudged the lid up with one hand and peeked inside. ”We have sweet potato and custard cake, chocolate cake, coffee jelly, creamy delights, peach jelly, peach and cream, and peach cake,” Molyneux noted only about a handful of the treats that were actually inside the box, ”hungry? Do you need something to eat?” He said when looking to Eris. She did give him money, so that was enough to persuade him to give her “first pick” of the bunch. Chou and the rest would get theirs later no doubt.
”There’s a lot of festivals in our neck of the woods,” he told Eris with a sideways glance, ”some pay tribute to the local shrine and celebrate its existence and give thanks to all that it stands for, while others are more holiday oriented and about coming together and putting on shows, games and things.” Molyneux had suffered through enough of the so-called festivals to know a thing or two about them, and the bar had always hosted some sort of festive night for the public to tie in with the celebrations. Those were usually the big money-making nights. ”Of course there are other special nights we host, you know, for the more unique sorts of our community.” By that he was referring to their own kind, the demons who resided in all parts of the city. It was a regular thing to have some kind of “monster night” within the bar though only in the later hours, a sort of lock-in you could call it, that went on into the early hours of the next day. Sometimes those could get really wild.
Not long after a woman appeared to serve the pair, a rather happy and smiling young woman who, after being given only a simple and straight, ”Just the usual for Ivy Rose,” from the half-demon, was quickly away and yo-yoing back and forth between the various counters. A few minutes later and she soon came back and stood before them, nudging a just slightly bigger than normal white box tied together with fine, thin string, with the shops logo branded on the top.
“Anything else?” She asked, smiling at the man. “Your business is always welcomed here.”
With a nod, Molyneux handed over the right amount before lifting the box and carried it securely in his grasp. ”Are you good to go with the other deliveries? Rose is expecting them.”
Tucking hair behind an ear the woman chirped, “Oh yes, you can expect it to arrive by this afternoon. We even threw in a little something extra to show our gratitude, we hope everyone there enjoys our cakes... As well I included everything you wanted too, Mr. Molyneux. I hope you’ll be very happy.” She bowed with an unfaltering smile, waving them off. “Please do come again.”
The man was already half out the door by that point, carrying the box of cakes. Once outside and stepping to the side out of the way, Molyneux nudged the lid up with one hand and peeked inside. ”We have sweet potato and custard cake, chocolate cake, coffee jelly, creamy delights, peach jelly, peach and cream, and peach cake,” Molyneux noted only about a handful of the treats that were actually inside the box, ”hungry? Do you need something to eat?” He said when looking to Eris. She did give him money, so that was enough to persuade him to give her “first pick” of the bunch. Chou and the rest would get theirs later no doubt.