[Flour Power] you can call me queen bee [#open]

The shop was amazing. Duh!

Myf flung open the over door and fought the urge to do a happy dance. The cupcakes were perfect! Her eyes shut and her senses were alight! The maple flavoring was oozing around her and the bacon was making her stomach flip and flop all around her insides. Good thing she was so darn hungry! Myf's eyes flicked back open and she stuffed her mittened hands into the oven, taking out one then the second tray of cupcakes. "Maple bacon..." She exhaled, desire and longing in her voice as she uttered the words. It was funny though, because a stick straight blonde with curls out the butthole was ordering these for her bridal shower. Maple. Bacon. Stick. Made no sense whatsoever.

Yeahhhh... Myf was judging, her smirk was evidence of that. She shrugged and set the next two trays into the oven, letting the first two cool for a second... oh, and taking one for the road. Plucking one out of the mix, the girl bounced on her feet and made her way to the front of the shoppe where the decorating was done. Classes would be so fun!, she mused, taking a bite out of the cupcake and savoring it way more than she should have. The woman leaned back against a nearby counter and propped herself up with one hand, the other holding the cupcake out to her side as she downed the first bite of heaven.

Where were her taste testers when she needed them?! Slackers.

No matter, these were bloody amazing. And that was about when the door chimed signalling someone entering the shoppe. Myf froze for a second, mid-second-bite-chewing, caught in the act of snacking on the job... again. Shit! Her boss was going to kill her. She blinked, glanced from side to side and then physically smacked herself on her forehead. "I'm the boss, idiot." Myf rolled her eyes and then froze again, this time for a good reason. She forced a sweet smile after forcing down the last bit in one hell of a difficult swallow. "Ohhh, bugger. Not you. You're not the idiot..." Way to go, Myf! Losing business! Skye really was going to kill her DEAD.

Staggering down the streets of Diagon like a freebooter looking for ill-gotten gains, even Jonathon himself had to admit that he wasn't the most sterling example of a gentlemen That's what happens when you've spent the last twenty-four hours trying to track down a brace of crups through mud and underbrush because they decided to go rogue, thank God that my kennels are so isolated but the stomach wants what the stomach wants, and right now it needed sugar and grease in that particular order. Passing by the various store fronts, his uncharacteristic surliness was growing by leaps and bounds with every shop he passed that failed his expectations That's a no to the candy shoppe I don't have that much of a sweet tooth, the Coffee House I just passed will likely kick me out for looking like some sort of ragtag mercenary and violating the dress code... Flour Power another fail, I don't need baked goods... Just as he was about to dismiss it as another blight on his quest for food, a particular scent seemed to waft from the shop causing him to pause "Maple Syrup and bacon... Glorious, glorious Bacon." Imagining light airy biscuits smothered in bacon and possibly cheese, an eggie sandwich that had somehow made it's way on the menu, or even homemade waffles, it was made quite apparent that he didn't care about the composition of the meal but rather the end result. As his stomach proceeded to growl louder then the crups he had been chasing down and wrangling for the last day or so, his mind was made up.

If anyone had been standing nearby, they may have well thought him mad as he swung open the door and swaggered inside. A man on a definite mission, he seemed almost ready to rugby tackle anyone who even thought to cut in front of him, as he rushed to the counter with any of the words Myf may or may not have spoken quickly dismissed as background noise "Alrighty Miss lets cut the chit chat and get down to the brass tacks; I smell baked goods and bacon... Where is it and how much will I owe?" With the evidence of his lack of sleep staring everyone in the face; from the bags under his eyes, to his horrible case of bed head, he wasn't even willing to haggle or indulge in idle banter as he pulled out his money pouch from within the folds of his oilskin jacket "Whatever it is, give me two for right now and a bakers dozen for the road." Remembering his manners momentarily, he finished his rant with a sheepish smile and the word "Please?'

Jaw. Drop.

Yeah, okay. She was gawking, and probably audibly as well as she struggled to for once find the words to sling together in an answer for this disheveled man. "You -- I -- OH!" She piped up, bouncing on her feet and sprouting a toothy smile as he mentioned her newest creation. "Wait here! I have more!" Myf said quickly, waving her freed hand to calm the man who was either agitated or homeless or something but all in all the man was hungry, he responded to bacon afterall. How typical~

Myf shuffled to the back and stacked four large cupcakes onto a plate before turning on her heel and making her way back towards the counter. The pastel pink walls clashing with the deep brown, succulent coloring of the cupcake. There were maple pockets oozing out of the sides and bacon bits backed inside as well as sprinkled on the top. Surely bringing toothaches and cavities to all those exposed to their wonder; so sorry hungry man. "How about!" Myf started in response, patting the counter and scooting her own bottom on a stool that was tucked under the counter. "You just relax for a quick second and grab a seat. Here." She moved the plate away from her and then flapped her hands back and forth beckoning the man towards her.

"You can hardly enjoy these on your feet. Besides," Myf glanced down at his feet and her eyes widened, "I think you've done enough activity for the day. What did you do?" She furrowed her brow at the man before finishing off her first cupcake and licking the icing from her fingertips. "Roll around in an alley with Abner?" She referenced the homeless man that was likely passed out in a drunken stupor an alley pocket down the ways.

He hardly spoke for the first few moments as he took the offered seat and began to devour the pastries as if it were the last request before swinging from the gallows Did she say something about... Maybe I should at least be polite Clearing his throat after perhaps three of the tiny cakes were quickly en route to his stomach, he finally decided to speak "This?" Motioning towards the assorted muck on his travel stained clothing, as well as the bandages about his hand, he just shook his head "It seems that owning a shop in Diagon doesn't prohibit me from doing most of the more dangerous grunt work; especially when one of my previous employees decides to shirk her duties."

Finally remembering his manners as he wiped the errant crumbs from his face, he continued "A litter of crup pups decided that it would be a good idea to roam the grounds and managed to get free; spent the last twenty four hours trying to find them." Leaning back,  the sound of various pops and cracks from offending joints elicited a slight grimace "I just managed to track them down, pay for the damages, and get them back to my property... Not the most pleasant of experiences, but it was either that or wait till some idiot killed them..." Shaking his head with a grin, he just looked at his now empty plate "You should stop by my shop sometime; least I can do for you allowing someone who looked like a lunatic into your store... Jonathon Grimwise by the by."

"Ooh!" Myf squeaked as the man very nearly sprinted towards her as if she held his first meal in days in front of him. Men. Always so bloody hungry. She couldn't help but smile as her momentary nerve spike simmered a bit. The woman cozied back into her own seat and gave a nod in response to his own inquiry between digestion. Her eyes widened and she gave a small nod, "Definitely does not sound like a relaxing day by any means." She propped her chin into the palm of her hand as she perched her elbow against the counter top. As the man explained further, Myf's eyes widened. "Thaaaaat explains that ruckus!" She laughed lightly, her lips pushing themselves into a toothless smile.

The Welsh woman followed the man's movements and settled back into her seat once more, giving her legs a swing before bouncing up and onto the balls of her feet, listening as she moved about towards the magicked chill-box. "I heard a bunch of something going on out in front of the shoppe today," Myf proceeded to muse, her hands busying themselves with trying to retrieve a glass jug of milk.

Aha!

She snatched it up and meandered back over towards the man with a thick, tall, white cup. "Care for a little something to wash all that down? Probably help with those bones and joints." She smiled again, held the jug out and gave it an enticing wiggle before setting it on the counter and pouring herself some into her own white cup.

Taking a generous swig, Myfanwy's brows raised and she swallowed her gulp down as best as she could. "Nice to meet you, Jonathon Grimwise. Myfanwy Rosser, but please just call me Myf."

She took another drink and her brow quickly furrowed together, "Now that I think of it, I might have to do just that rather soon! I think I'll need to stock up on some food here shortly for Nudist, Frisky, Gus and Smudge." Her gaze was focused on nothingness and then refocused on Jonathan. "Pepper should be fine though. But these poor pets can't live off of baked goods forever! Gus is really starting to pack on some unneeded kilos!" She bit her lip through a happy smile and followed that with another light laugh. "He's so spoiled. And really, who am I to turn down a man in need of a proper dose of sugar? I think after everything you've gone through today it's fair to say you deserved some kind of treat! I do hope it was tasty?" Stealth inquiry activated, if she couldn't have her usual taste-testers then Jonathan would suffice just as well as anyone else!