Woooould you eat me? If push comes to shove and we're the last ones alive?
[she knows the answer to that question, especially when she asked him something similar to this before. but she likes to dip in morbid alternative scenarios with people just to see how far she can make them uncomfortable.]
Also!! If you can give me one — [she lifts up her pointer finger.] — advice on how to spruce up this place, what would it be? I take all answers, even weird ones. Don't hold back, lay it on me.
[ but the second question is more interesting, so he devotes himself to that. ]
Plants and sunlight in certain areas makes things more inviting. Our eating areas were open and as such, pleasant. Some corners for people who like their privacy.
[she puckers her lips, still contemplating over her friend's suggestion, until abruptly points to the right of them (or more so given in jinx's current lying position, above her).]
And there? Think that's a good spot for the loser corner?
[losers being those who would rather be by their lonesome than being swarmed with cats. the animals do have their own little play area where they can move around wherever they like, and sleep wherever they like. but would they feel threatened with a percentage of their freedom be taken away so suddenly? ... or will they care?]
I don't see why anyone would come to a coffee shop just to shut their trap. They can just, you know, do that at home or something.
[and finally, jinx hoists herself off the counter, with her boots thundering onto the floorboards hard enough that the wandering cats twitch their heads towards their direction in a startle.]
You can get any schmuck to be your monkey, and train them to pour a nice cup of joe for someone.
[she says, walking smoothly behind rafal until tossing an arm around his shoulders, grinning.]
But where's the thrill in that? A business needs to stand out, be... different. Because you know what they say — "What makes you different, makes you strong".
[the bluenette slithers away from her friend and then slouches against the counter top, her elbow propped and an ankle cross over the other.]
So! Signs to show what area is what. The party side, the quiet side, and the "it's good to be home!!" side.
[she cocks her head to one side, grinning still and reaches over to grant him a light tap on the arm.]
Aw, you don't mean that! If it fails then you won't get your delicious desserts anymore. Remember them being free, hmmmmmmm? How many lame-o businesses can you count on one hand who will give you this with no charge?
[he can make... — a thunderstorm of an idea suddenly ascends from her mind, and without a second to waste, jinx slants forward to rafal while only leaving a small gap between their noses. the smile on her is a little deranged, but her eyes are sparkling its pinkish glow, as if he just said the magic word of the day to set the entire world ablaze.]
Work for me.
[three little words that holds no weight to anyone else, but it means everything to her. when simulation glitched the first time, the chosen lived in an alternate reality. a universe where she was a successful baker and barista, and the chosen visited her establishment practically daily. cafe cutie jinx was what they called her, the best of the best. and even when the simulation returned back to normal, the memories of her other self stayed with her. .... except for one. little. thing. and that's how to make the perfect dessert without it crumbling into pieces.]
[she redirects the question while giving his dessert plate a little spin, then scoots it back to him.]
Come on, Raffy, thank about it! — You, me, making all the best stuff that no wannabe can put together? Every morning, those flunkies will wait outside and scratch on our doors for their fix of the day.
[jinx rests her elbow on the counter again, cheek propping against her palm.]
Besides, don't these places usually have two owners or whatever? I could use another skull. You'll get free of everything all the time! And not just for this month.
[grinning like a doofus, jinx tosses her arm around his shoulders again then gives him a light shake.]
I knew you'd pull through for me, Buddy. That's why you're my other favorite dragon in Aldrag...! And maybe you can teach me a thing or two, huh? Like how to make that look more... "bouncy".
[and by that, she gestures to the sorry excuse for a cake being displayed nearby. it's improvement from her other... horrid creations, but it still looks unappealing.]
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Whatever is around. I do not need to eat solely one thing to survive.
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[she knows the answer to that question, especially when she asked him something similar to this before. but she likes to dip in morbid alternative scenarios with people just to see how far she can make them uncomfortable.]
Also!! If you can give me one — [she lifts up her pointer finger.] — advice on how to spruce up this place, what would it be? I take all answers, even weird ones. Don't hold back, lay it on me.
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[ but the second question is more interesting, so he devotes himself to that. ]
Plants and sunlight in certain areas makes things more inviting. Our eating areas were open and as such, pleasant. Some corners for people who like their privacy.
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[she repeats his words, drumming her fingers along her stomach as she gazes to their ceiling to help her think this through.]
How about a sunroof? Nothing big, but maybe a few spots?
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That would be a good idea. Warmth in small spaces.
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And there? Think that's a good spot for the loser corner?
[losers being those who would rather be by their lonesome than being swarmed with cats. the animals do have their own little play area where they can move around wherever they like, and sleep wherever they like. but would they feel threatened with a percentage of their freedom be taken away so suddenly? ... or will they care?]
I don't see why anyone would come to a coffee shop just to shut their trap. They can just, you know, do that at home or something.
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Though I recommend not calling it the "loser corner".
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Fine. How about "the Shut-ins"? I'll even remove the speakers so they can brood without any disturbance.
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[and finally, jinx hoists herself off the counter, with her boots thundering onto the floorboards hard enough that the wandering cats twitch their heads towards their direction in a startle.]
You can get any schmuck to be your monkey, and train them to pour a nice cup of joe for someone.
[she says, walking smoothly behind rafal until tossing an arm around his shoulders, grinning.]
But where's the thrill in that? A business needs to stand out, be... different. Because you know what they say — "What makes you different, makes you strong".
[the bluenette slithers away from her friend and then slouches against the counter top, her elbow propped and an ankle cross over the other.]
So! Signs to show what area is what. The party side, the quiet side, and the "it's good to be home!!" side.
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It is your business. Do as you like. I'll enjoy seeing it fail.
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Aw, you don't mean that! If it fails then you won't get your delicious desserts anymore. Remember them being free, hmmmmmmm? How many lame-o businesses can you count on one hand who will give you this with no charge?
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I can make my own delicious desserts, thank you. I'm a superlative dessert cook.
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Work for me.
[three little words that holds no weight to anyone else, but it means everything to her. when simulation glitched the first time, the chosen lived in an alternate reality. a universe where she was a successful baker and barista, and the chosen visited her establishment practically daily. cafe cutie jinx was what they called her, the best of the best. and even when the simulation returned back to normal, the memories of her other self stayed with her. .... except for one. little. thing. and that's how to make the perfect dessert without it crumbling into pieces.]
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Work for you? Why should I?
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[she redirects the question while giving his dessert plate a little spin, then scoots it back to him.]
Come on, Raffy, thank about it! — You, me, making all the best stuff that no wannabe can put together? Every morning, those flunkies will wait outside and scratch on our doors for their fix of the day.
[jinx rests her elbow on the counter again, cheek propping against her palm.]
Besides, don't these places usually have two owners or whatever? I could use another skull. You'll get free of everything all the time! And not just for this month.
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free desserts does sound like an excellent motivator. ]
I suppose I could work with that.
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I knew you'd pull through for me, Buddy. That's why you're my other favorite dragon in Aldrag...! And maybe you can teach me a thing or two, huh? Like how to make that look more... "bouncy".
[and by that, she gestures to the sorry excuse for a cake being displayed nearby. it's improvement from her other... horrid creations, but it still looks unappealing.]
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[ rafal eyes that dessert with heavy skepticism. ]
And I will do my best to salvage your skills.