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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 5, 2016 15:56:53 GMT -5
Boredom was starting to drive Aline crazy. In Armenia, she always had something to do. She knew where all the fun spots were, clubs, cafes, festivals, and friends. Here she was just a foreign stranger passing through like the million others before her. It didn't help that the population was greater than back home and everyone just looked unfriendly going about their business not even bothering to make eye contact with those they passed by-- missed opportunities she thought.
It was the middle of winter and as she scanned each shop, her eyes found one that she couldn't resist. If there was one thing that never bored, her it was Ice Cream. The act of eating it was fun itself and with how cold it was it would be a great conversation starter. Besides, who ate Ice Cream in the winter? Still, the winter in London paled in comparison to that back home her cloak was one she wore during early fall wanting to enjoy the warmer weather as much as she could. Pushing the door open a blast of warm wind slapped her face and the various flavors of Ice Cream greeted her. She approached the desk her eyes scanning the list--- how could she decide.
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Jan 5, 2016 16:10:43 GMT -5
While business didn't entirely disappear during cooler weather, it was certainly less than the summer, and the place was mostly empty except for a couple of tables. Matthew looked up at the tinkle of the bell over the door and flashed a large smile at the new face. "Hello, my dear, what's your fancy?" He didn't recognize her, but that didn't necessarily mean she'd never been in.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 5, 2016 16:18:03 GMT -5
The smile was already a good change of view and the man was easy on the eyes so she couldn't help but shyly smile back it was second nature to initially play the timid girl. Her eyes scanned the list once more and gave the man a defeated look. "I can't seem to decide," her small voice was thick with an accent making it obvious she wasn’t from around here. If it was up to her she'd try all of them, but alas the restrictions of having a human appetite would prevent her from succeeding. "What would you recommend?"
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Jan 5, 2016 16:23:10 GMT -5
"Well, you can taste test a few to see what you like," Matthew said, then pointed out a few favorites. "And, of course, you have to get a waffle cone, warm enough to keep your hands safe from the cold." Magical folk were always impressed by the little waffle irons, and the cones were warm enough to ever so slightly melt the ice cream for maximum flavor.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 5, 2016 16:48:45 GMT -5
Her eyes were alight with excitement she wanted to try it all and with each taste, she closed her eyes allowing the rich creamy texture to melt in her mouth. It wasn't long before she decided on one flavor, vanilla ice cream with a hint of rum and fudge-covered rum & malt balls. "I'll take the Schweddy balls on a waffle cone," even though English was not her first language the name made her grin-- she decided this was her new favorite place.
"You can never go wrong combining hot and cold treats," in fact, she believed you could add Ice Cream to any warm baked good and it would only make it even better. While she only objected to the fact that the weather was considered cold, it was above the freezing mark and if it wasn't for how odd she would have probably looked to everyone Aline would have opted to forsake the cloak and wear her standard fall robes.
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Jan 5, 2016 16:56:33 GMT -5
Matthew grinned again, nodded, then turned to set the waffle going after asking regular or cinnamon. As it was cooking(on an electric appliance, no less!), he turned to gather up the ice cream. "We can barely keep the stuff to make those cones in stock," he said, "everyone loves them. Where are you from? I don't recognize the accent." Being in Diagon Alley, he heard a lot of interesting voices, so it was always nice to hear a new one.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 5, 2016 17:11:56 GMT -5
Aline was mesmerized by the odd contraption he was using to make, what she assumed, the waffle cone. Her eyes were wide as the somewhat intimidating looking object turned liquid batter into a hard cone. If anything, it didn't look like something made to make a treat, but a death trap for any prodding fingers. "Well I apologize in advance because I'm probably not going to help your stocks," with her move to the UK she would visit this place when craving Ice Cream, and that was always. Aline was never asked about where she was from and the invite to the conversation was greatly appreciated-- she was very proud of her home. "I'm from Yerevan Armenia. We're a small country with a small population," and while many had emigrated from back home, most were probably not first generation and the accent would be lost.
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Jan 5, 2016 17:28:55 GMT -5
Matthew pulled the cooked material out of the maker while it was still just soft enough to mold, wrapped a napkin around it, and slipped the sizable scoop of ice cream into it. As it cooled, it would harden for a nice blend of crunch and chew. He handed it over to her and gave her the price. "Come on over whenever you like, repeat customers are a good thing all around," he said with a wink. "Moving here or visiting? So I know to stock up."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 5, 2016 17:48:05 GMT -5
As she accepted the ice cream cone and paid, she was surprised with how fast it had hardened; this was a completely different kind of sorcery. She would definitely be coming here as often as she could even if her plans never panned out the way she wanted it to. She stifled a giggle at his wink already quite taken with the man's kindness. So far, she was greeted with monotone employees who after the initial forced welcome would go about their day ignoring her presence completely. "Moving for an indefinite period of time," she still needed to find an apartment or some other living arrangement. Until then she was staying at the inn, which was not up to her standards; Aline was born to luxury and staying at anything less than that irritated her. It didn't help that there were terrible rumors about the owner whom Aline had yet to run into as far as she knew.
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Jan 5, 2016 18:01:04 GMT -5
"Well, I'll keep a note of your favorites, unless you'd rather try something new every time, I like a challenge," Matthew said, leaning forward on the counter on his forearms. He linked his fingers together. Adventurous customers had resulted in a lot of interesting flavors being tried and, sometimes, added as a more permanent fixture.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 5, 2016 18:09:19 GMT -5
Aline licked at her ice cream then nibbled the waffle cone eyes brightening further as if she had found the holy grail. He was right; the cinnamon waffle cone complimented the ice cream so well and if it wasn't for the fact that she wasn't alone she'd have shamelessly attacked the treat. She peered up from her cone through her long lashes her lips turned up in a coy smile. "You shouldn't have said that. I can be quite the challenge," and if there was one thing she loved it was giving and receiving a challenge. To her, it was all just an innocent game.
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Jan 5, 2016 18:18:41 GMT -5
"I have met few challenges I have been unable to beat," Matthew claimed. However, as much as he did like a little bit of casual, fun flirting, it was only fair she know it was, well, just casual, fun flirting. A brief shift of his hands made his ring glint, but he said nothing directly. Making it too obvious would just ruin the fun. "I challenge you to find something I can't get my hands on."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 5, 2016 18:33:36 GMT -5
Aline did catch the glint, but her intentions were purely innocent it was all fun and games and for her casual flirting was something she did with her platonic friends. As she absentmindedly continued to nibble on her treat she leaned forward just a bit so that no one could overhear what she was going to say. Not too far off was a table of three witches around the same age as Aline and that immediately gave her an idea. Two of the girls were chattier than the third who ate her own ice cream silently occasionally responding with few words to her friend. She could tell that the one girl was more closed of than the other; she was almost intimidating. "I challenge you to get that girl to share her owl posting address with you, and you can't outright ask her. She has to volunteer the information," this was going to be fun.
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Post by Matthew Moreau on Jan 5, 2016 19:02:53 GMT -5
Matthew laughed a little and shook his head before pushing away from the counter to approach the table with an easy, winning smile. Compliments, a little flirting, a question of opinions on their orders and a casual mention of a potential tasting he hadn't yet planned, and he came back with more than one address. Being a shop keeper made it simple to ask without asking. He folded the parchment and put it in a drawer behind the counter and gave a light sigh. "That almost feels like cheating."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 5, 2016 19:19:36 GMT -5
The display was impressive and yet wasn't surprised how easy it was for him. He had a certain charm to him, he looked like the sweet guy next door, but Aline could tell this man had layers and she wanted to peel them back one by one. "I had to make that one easy," at this point the ice cream was a fourth of the way done and as a trickle of ice cream slid down the side of the cone she made sure to catch it with her tongue savoring the banana ice cream "I should have included a list of horrible pickup lines you had to use," but that could be saved for another day; if he was up for it. "The best challenges are over a drink have you ever tried oghi before?" her voice had lost its shy sound from earlier and was replaced with a sultry husk. Oghi was a kind of fruit distilled vodka native to Armenia and a personal favorite of hers. "Now challenge me," she emphasized the word which in conjunction with her accent rolled off her tongue. By the end of the day she hoped she could make a new friend in a place she knew very little about.
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