With a Pinch of Good Feeling - Open Bakery Log for April!

[imhisaunt]

Who: Delmar + Open to anyone!
What: Now that Hope is recovered, the Bear Hug Bakery is up and running. Whether you want to help out, learn to bake, or just be a customer all are welcome!
Where: The Bear Hug Bakery
When: All throughout April
Warnings: N/A. Will Change if needed

On any given day, Delmar is busy at the bakery, flour up to his elbows and a white apron tied neatly around his waist. He's got pies and cakes on display and sweet rolls in the oven and the cheerful yellow bakery smells of spices and baked dough. When he can he greets customers or his fellow workers with a cheerful hello and if he has time to stop and chat he'll ask them what they'd like or about their day. 

A sign in the window reads 'All Help and All Customers Welcome!" So if you want to be a baker or just have a sweet tooth, please come on in, chat with your local elderly pastry-smith, grab a slice of cake, or just have a chat with some friends. 

(ooc: please feel free to make your own threads!} 

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[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery hasn't ventured out much since her rebirth, but she's been worried about how Delmar is holding up. so, she leaves her apartment and makes her way to the bakery.

even before she enters, there's an almost palpable aura of warmth and welcome. perhaps it's due to the delicious smells emanating from the bakery. perhaps it's inspired by Delmar's presence alone. either way, she feels safer here than she's felt since she was murdered.

she opens the door and walks inside]

Hello, Delmar. What have you been working on?

[imhisaunt]

[Delmar's smile widens when he sees who it is walking through the door, deepening the dimples in his flour coated cheeks.]

Miss Margaery! Hello!

[He moves to wiggle around the counter so he can give her a hug before pausing, realizing that he's covered in flower]

Oh dear...I don't want to get you all dirty...

[He holds his hands to show her what he means, wiggling flour coated fingers]

[roseofthetyrells]

[her smile grows even warmer when she sees his smile. he looks adorable]

Nonsense. Flour washes out easily.

[she goes in to give him a tight hug]

Something certainly smells delicious in here. What would you recommend?

[imhisaunt]

[Delmar shouldn't be surprised by the fact that she goes ahead with the hug, but he is, dumbfounded for a long moment like a fawn that's stumbled too far away from the doe, before gathering himself and joyously returning the hug.]

I recommend everything!

[Really he wants her to try all of it, forgetting in his excitement that such a suggestion really isn't practical]

[roseofthetyrells]

[why shouldn't she go ahead with the hug? she trusts Delmar completely and knows that he only has her best interests at heart. she gives him a squeeze when he returns the hug]

Everything! I'm not sure I could eat everything. I like pastries with fruit, though. Do you have anything like that?

[she would try everything if she could. she'd have to work in extra sword practice, though, to keep herself slender]

[imhisaunt]

Oh yes, you are right

[He laughs at himself before flitting over to the counter]

Well, we'll have to find just the thing for you.

[Which involves him peeking through the glass, fingers wiggling excitedly in the air as he looks until he makes a declarative sound of discovery in his throat as he decides on one. He reemerges from behind the counter holding up a tart laden with ripe red berries]

How about this one?

[roseofthetyrells]

Not that I wouldn't love to try.

[his laughter and good humor makes Margaery smile]

I'm sure you'll find just the right thing to try.

[she follows his gaze as best as she can and makes a sound of delight when he emerges with the tart]

That looks perfect? May I? [she asks, reaching for the tart]

[aroundthecoroner]

Specifically for Delmar

[Michael was absolutely no help in building the bakery, and he's an absolute shit cook, so he's stayed out of it for the most part. But this is Delmar's pride and joy, and he could use some chocolate therapy after recent events, so here he is, to at least say hi.

He approaches the counter, but he's looking around at all the baked goods, trying to take it all in.]

Place looks great, Delmar. Looks like you've been busy.


Open!

[Later, he's just sort of loitering around the cakes, clearly trying to pick one out. Because right now taking home an entire cake and eating it by himself feels like a very well-deserved and adult thing to do.

He might share a piece with Harlan. Maybe.

Anyway, maybe you'd like to offer a suggestion? Or just to talk. Either one.]

[outofthefire]

[she notices the young man mooning over the cakes, apparently trying to pick just the right one. good thing she helped bake them, maybe she can be of assistance]

That one on the right has peach filling. The one one the left has strawberry. The one in the middle? That's a surprise.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael didn't know he was being watched, and has to try not to flinch when suddenly spoken to. He turns.]

Oh, uh. Is it a good surprise or a bad surprise?

[Like are we talking chocolate or chili powder? Wait. He'd appreciate that second one.]

[outofthefire]

[Laura is sneaky that way. and she gives him a welcoming smile. she'd wave, but she's currently applying a latticework crust to an orchard fruit pie that she's going to bake and it takes effort]

It's a great surprise. I should know, I'm the one who made the filling.

[chocolate and chili go well together?]

[aroundthecoroner]

[They do, actually. He watches her do her pie thing for a minute, continuously in awe of people who can cook or bake anything and not have it turn out a crusty burnt lump.]

Are taste tests allowed? Not doubting your skills, just, uh, curious.

[outofthefire]

[Laura has a lot of practice cooking for Meals on Wheels back in Twin Peaks, so when the bakery opened it seemed a no-brainer to volunteer

Sure? I mean, why not? Which one do you wanna try?

[aroundthecoroner]

Uh, the mystery flavor?

[Curiosity is killing this proverbial cat.]

[imhisaunt]

Michael! I'm so very glad you're here.

[Delmar shuffles forward from where he was slipping a pie in the oven near the back. Given there is a counter separating them, he reaches out to pat him excitedly on the shoulder, sparing him a hug.

He then laces his fingers together, clasping his hands close to his chest excitedly]

Would you like your first ever treat from the bakery, Michael?

[If you say no you may break his heart. Play it carefully, Michael.]

[aroundthecoroner]

[How could he say no, though? It's his friend, and also: it's free food. So Michael gives Delmar a sheepish smile and nods.]

Yeah, of course. What've you got?

[imhisaunt]

[Delmar flutters a bit before crouching down to poke around inside the glass]

Welllllll we have fruit pies and sweet buns...some fresh chocolate cookies....we have this one that I made with a fruit I don't recognize but it was such a nice color I couldn't imagine it wouldn't be tasty....

[He's holding up a tart resplendent with a psychedelically colored fruit(?) on top, swirls of blues and pinks]

[aroundthecoroner]

[Hmm. Whatever's in that tart could taste horrible, but, well. He can't exactly say no to Delmar.]

It does look tasty. I can be the guinea pig?

[imhisaunt]

Oh but you must be careful

[Delmar sets it on the counter in front of Michael, adding a knife and fork next to it]

Promise you'll stop right away if you think it tastes too strange or if you don't feel yourself, Michael!

a few days after Tucker's movie night

[hardwearing]

[ It's coincidence that brings Wash past the bakery today, but the scent of it that draws him in. He opens the door curiously, like he's not certain what he's walking into... when was the last time he actually went to a bakery, on any planet? And he had no idea anything like this existed in Hadriel. The treats behind the shelves look professional -- obviously there can't be any prices, so maybe they're offered on some kind of barter system? Or like Margaery with her sewing services, and he'd have to deal for supplies.

There's a man working some dough on the counter behind the display, and Wash clears his throat softly to get attention. The sign in the window did say customers welcome, after all. ]

Excuse me? What are you charging..?

[imhisaunt]

Just a minute!

[He's in the middle of finishing a braid of dough for a pie crust so he doesn't look right away, instead calling in his usual chipper voice. The moment he is finish, he claps his hands to rid them of some of the flour and hurries over]

How can I hel-- Oh! Hello there!

[His fingers knot together excitedly when it's someone he recognizes]

Everything here is free. You just go on and tell me what you might like.

[hardwearing]

...Delmar?

[ This is a surprise. Wash just blinks at him for a moment before smiling a little, then glancing to the case and back and shaking his head. ]

It can't just be free.

[imhisaunt]

Yes it certainly can be....because it is! You can have whatever you'd like.

[hardwearing]

[ Huh. Okay, then. It feels weird just taking something that required actual work on Delmar's part, since everything in life is bargained for, but. If that's what he wants. ]

I'm not sure... what do you recommend?

[imhisaunt]

Well my favorite is the apple pie.

[He taps the glass just above the pie in question. Delmar has always been one for comfort foods....pies, pork chops, biscuits....]

But a lot of people like the chocolate cupcakes.