Grinch says Hm things are well I suppose. Counting my money and buying whatever I want sure has its perks. How's life with you?
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Cocoa says Cocoa paused for a moment, sniffing the soup. Yep, it was going just as he wanted. Smiling, he strode to the sink and washed his hands before drying them on the apron around his waist. A long, dark tail flicked back and forth as he walked over to the table with menus. A few of the misticpals gathered around lifted their heads to look at him, and one large rabbit-like one loped over and leaned against his leg, hopping with him as he walked.
“Well I suggest Darjeeling Tea and some of Mint's sugar cakes. Despite the name they aren't overly sweet. There's also some Strawberry shortcake with vanilla infused whipped cream.†He smiled a bit and opened the menu, his fingers tracing over the braille words until he found what he had suggested. Turning around, he offered it to Rosi, pointing at the pictures of the cakes, each with a description written beside them in both English and in braille.
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Cocoa says One ear twitched faintly as he heard the faint tinkling of the door chime. Despite the heavy snow and chill outside, the show itself was warm, thanks to him. Though Cocoa felt it was always warm, it was just that kind of place. Fingers traced over glass measuring cups, feeling the variety of tapes placed over the handles. Lifting it, he sniffed one and nodded, adding it's contents to the pot of soup before him.
"Oh, of course, there should be a basket set aside for such sundries. Mint is very orderly. Feel free to take a seat and warm yourself by the fire. It is a bit nippy out there." Cocoa's deep baritone answered, not even looking over. Absently he motioned to the fireplace where several old, plush chairs sat in a mismatching cluster. Mint was out, having gone to the village but he could hold down the fort.
"I believe there should be some menus on the table, if there are any teas, coffees or other drinks I can bring you, please let me know. Today's soup is Potato and Leek with cheese, though it's still cooking."
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Omen says Right and wrong. *Omen replied simply, raising an eyebrow calmly as he did so* I want you away, but not so I can die. I plan on winning this war first. *he flashed a fanged grin and then gave a huff, only crossing his arms with a smug sort of grin plastered across his face* Also correct about the "dragon-ness", as you put it. I'm a dragon. Simple enough, no? Not that it isn't easy to guess or anything.
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Omen says *the almost cruel smile on his face never once left, fiery eyes giving nothing away as far as what his actual thoughts or intentions were. And, of course, his words were nothing short of what would be expected if fire spoke; biting but smooth with a warmth that was just as dangerous as it was alluring* I have all the acquaintanceship I can stand. *he said simply, tilting his head a little to allow the crimson hair to shift to the side of his face, a hand lazily lifting up to create a spark between his fingers, encased in silver gauntlets as they may be, and flames danced over his hand lazily as he spoke* But I find it much easier to keep no one too close, since they may get burned. *it was a hidden warning of sorts, eyes flashing gold before returning to their normal orange and red hue*
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