Cass Hamada || Aunt to Hiro Hamada
Owner of The Lucky Cat Cafe
The table is a meeting place, a gathering ground, the source of sustenance and nourishment, festivity, safety, and satisfaction. A person cooking is a person giving: Even the simplest food is a gift. Laurie Colwin
I have held you close
And breathed your name, my dear
I was with you then
And will remain, my dear
How do I keep you from losing your way
Hope you’ll go out and you’ll come back someday
But love is letting go
And this I’ll know
‘Cause you were mine
For a time
Nicknames: Cass, Cassie
Pronouns: She/Her
Magick Status: Mundus
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: White
Accent: West Coast Californian
Height: 5′7″
Build: Slim
Complexion: Generally Pale
Eye Color: Light brown
Hair Color/Length/Style: Reddish-brown, straight, falls about mid-back
Tattoos: An armband around her upper left arm but it is invisible unless it’s under blacklight
Piercings: Ears
Daily Jewelry: No daily jewelry. She will wear earrings and maybe a necklace on nice occasions, but she doesn’t think about jewelry enough to remember it on the day to day.
Occupation: Chef and Owner of the Lucky Cat Cafe
What would you find if you Googled them? Very little. She has a newer Instagram account, but that’s about it. (Hiro hid the rest of the information from their old life well.)
What natives would know about them: She moved to Swynlake a few months ago and lives with her nephew Hiro. She’s very cheerful and immediately started to get involved in town life
Other:
Cass was diagnosed with ADHD as an adult. By now she has a number of coping skills, but it’s still something she works with a lot.
When she and Hiro came to the UK, she changed her name to Hamada in order to match his and hopefully invite fewer questions. She didn’t ask questions about how Hiro made it happen
Initially worked as a baker at the Blue Oven Bakery when moving to town
Destiny was about to say something else--something complimentary, but they were interrupted. She appreciated Cass greeting the customer first, so Destiny could be clued in to what was going on, whether she had meant to or not. After all, several times, she felt she had lost customers...because she simply didn't know it happened.
"I was here last year! So glad you're back," said a cheery voice.
Destiny smiled and blushed. "Me too. It's been really nice to be back. I'll have new flavors this year...I've been practicing."
"Ooooh, like what?"
"Well, today I brought a vanilla cupcake with a lemon, lavender icing. And a chocolate raspberry."
Cass smiled softly as the interaction commenced. At least this woman had been confident enough to approach, but she figured it helped to say something and get things going. It could be tricky with Destiny's eyesight being what it was.
Shortly after, another customer came up for her own booth and she settled into the easy rhythm of selling what she'd made.
*****
Today had been a good day at the farmer's market so far, and it promised to be even better as the afternoon wore on. With the warm sunny weather, plenty of people were wandering through and were looking to take a small treat along the way.
After another successful sale, Cass turned towards Destiny. "You might have to get started on your next week's baking early, look at how popular your stand is this year!"
"Eh, it's a bit complicated, my mother's side of the family. My mother." He said with a shrug. "Sabiha and I have a similar experiences where the anti-magick sentiment in Tunisia got so bad that our mothers both peaced out, mine back to Europe, hers back to a pixie hollow. I was fifteen, I resented her for a long time, my mother. I threw away my chance to go to university in Austria because it would've meant having to live with her, which was the stupidest thing I've ever done. Fadela hated her even more than I did but still took the opportunity to do it."
He shook his head at himself.
"My father used to live in West Germany, when it was West Germany. He was allowed through their gastarbeiter -- or guest worker -- program. My mother was born in West Germany but lived most of her life in Austria, though she went back to West Germany for university and worked there for a little while after, where she met my father. Then she moved to Tunisia to marry him. Didn't speak a word of Arabic, she learned it there. My mother's a badass. She's 67 now but we still fear the wrath of Ingrid, I think she could still punch. But yeah, she lived in Tunisia until she just couldn't take how anti-magick is was, it really got to her. So she left the three of us with my father and went back to Austria."
Reza smiled, because he didn't feel bad about this anymore and didn't want Cass to.
"We're cool now, my mother and I. I got older, I understood her, forgave her. She adores Sabiha, last time she was here she bought her whole closet. It just still feels awkward with her side of the family. Though I guess being invited at all means I should go. It's a chance to use German-- or try to anyway. A lot of my German-slash-Austrian relatives can't stand my Tunisian accent so they will just switch to English or French if they speak it." Reza said, chuckling about it.
"I was educated partially in French in Tunisia, a holdover of French colonization." He explained.
Reza started to lay out the different ingredients of his history and Cass paused in what she was eating to stare at him.
In some ways, she knew this was probably a relatively common story for Magicks in Europe. He spoke of crossing countries, of moving back and forth across borders, of people leaving their loved ones behind because the pain and the criticism were too big. Cass couldn't really understand a mother who would leave behind her children like that. After all, if she thought it was bad for herself, wouldn't she think it was bad for them too? But she couldn't really argue with the decisions made by a woman nearly half a century ago. It would hardly change anything.
But there was a little part of her that still wondered how she could do that.
"I'm glad that you were able to rebuild that relationship and Sabiha gets to know her. That's lovely. She'll probably have a great time at the wedding as well, get to see everyone and get to experience something like that. I'm sure its a very different experience than weddings here."
"Of course! I could make you a fresh matcha latte if you like that, or I have some more regular teas as well." She gestured towards the menu so Sylvia could make whatever choice she wanted.
"It's all right, its a slow part of the afternoon and the bread I'm working on is in the proving stage. Nothing for me to do but let time do its thing which makes this the perfect time to chat. What kinds of books do you have there?"
Reza was supposed to be coming over for dinner shortly, so Cass had tossed everything into a pan so it could cook in the oven until it was ready. It would be delicious. But more importantly, it left her free to continue to work on the project absorbing her brain.
After all, prom was getting closer. That meant they needed to solidify the menu so they could get started on all the shopping and cooking to feed the whole town!
So. Dreams. Dreaming in Swynlake. The Swynlake Dreams.
She'd sketched out designs of light, airy, pastel desserts that would maybe go with the pastel decor they'd started to work towards. It could be beautiful and delicious, the kind of thing someone might take a picture with.
But so many of the dreams recently had been more in that high fantasy, pseudo-medieval range which had its own cuisines. Pies and roasts and delicious bread. That might be too much for a dance, but it was fun to think about. She continued to sketch, making notes of possible recipes that could go with it.
At the knock on the door, she hurried up, smiling at Reza as he came in. "Sorry, give me one more moment before I lose this thought, I'm almost done."
Georgette caught herself trying to take aesthetically pleasing pictures of the damages. That was not the point of all this. “Cass! Would you believe I was trying to take cute pictures of the damages! Ugh!” Georgette threw her hands up in frustration. “That is not the point here!”
Gathering up all of the vials of skin primer in her arms she brought them to the basket for collecting - letting them tumble onto one another. “At least none of these took too much damage! Really the make up looks the worst of it.”
From the other side of the salon there was a knock. “Ello Miss Midler.” Jasper spoke through the wreckage and tarps. Now in the daylight the damages looked far worse than he remembered. “I’ve got Stefan and Jacob here to help wrangle that light fixture.”
Stepping over the broken pink vase and flowers his dress slacks never once touched the broken glass. Hoping to find the blonde. “Miss Midler…”
Georgette finally heard her name and spun on her boot heels. “Oh we are over here Mr. Badun! Take a right at the hot pink neon sign!” She didn’t feel the need to go greet him - or climb over stuff. Mr. Badun was a big boy and could find his way.
“Cass and I have taken on the merchandise corner!” Unaware of the two knowing one another or not.
Cass laughed from across the store as she heard Georgette's complaint. It felt good to laugh after all the ache and seriousness that came with a task like this. After all, they were both doing their best . Aesthetically pleasing pictures and all.
"That's good to hear. That means it'll be easy to stock everything back up as soon as you're ready.
Cass had made a good start to her side of the sorting and stashing when Jasper wandered inside. She didn't know him that well. He'd very nicely apologized about what his workers had done to her storefront the night they'd run wild, but they hadn't gotten any closer than that.
It felt a little bit like being at a disadvantage to be sitting on the floor when all three men wandered in, but there was nothing she could do.
"Hi ther eJasper. Be careful of the chandelier int he center."
It doesn't feel okay, but dwelling on that fixes nothing. Menodora tries to strike the balance between being reassuringly normal and authentic in her expression.
Still, Cass's joy that Moon's back to her normal self is heartwarming. It's a mercy that Cass has asked for more tea, which Menodora is happy to provide. Even if this is Cass's home.
She stands, takes Cass and her own mugs back to the kitchen... wonders what she could be doing better
Everything, is the self-critical answer. But in the realm of being friends, Menodora truly just wants to help make Cass's life easier. And, like she's told Cass directly, she'd rather Cass not be involved.
When Moon brings the mugs of tea back, she's made her decision. Mustered the resolve to try, at least a little bit, to be brave. Not in the way that Menodora has been taught, but in the way that Cass has been encouraging her, explicitly or not.
She'd going to be herself as best as she can.
"I'm here and I remember things and I have a slight affect if I say too many vowels," she says with a laugh. "And, honestly, it's good to be back. Memories no longer trapped in my head - pressing at my temples when I got too close to the truth. I shouldn't keep you too much longer, though. I fear I'm leaning a bit too much on Monica to watch the shop. Can we squeeze in a dinner some time next week? I feel like it might be more appropriate to spend time together when I'm not ambushing you with wave after wave of new information."
Moon walked away for the moment and Cass once again carefully set down the book on the table in front of her. Then she dropped her head into her hands.
She wanted to hang out with Moon. She wanted a nap. She had a cafe she needed to get back to. There was no way to do it all.
She felt exhausted by all the emotions of the last half hour, but that was hardly anything new for her. There had been long periods of her life where mostly she'd felt exhausted attempting to keep up with everything she was feeling on top of everything she needed to get done. All she could do was breathe through it, keep going, and hope that she could do a better job tomorrow.
After all, who knew when something else would happen? Especially now? She didn't want to waste any of the time she had with Moon.
By the time Moon came back, she was sitting up right and smiling, able to accept the mug of tea with a small thank you.
"It's all right. We can definitely have dinner. Whatever night you want. That sounds perfect to me."
It made sense, and Gregory was sure that there would be other years they could take an actual trip on their anniversary rather than just planning one for the occasion. Which... that alone was a strange thought for him, wasn't it? Thinking about a future - making plans. Having thoughts.
Very unlike him.
"Yeah... Probably see what he says. I mean hey, maybe he wants to bail out for a weekend even if it's super busy but... Probably better just to wait until we have more time." It would be smarter and there would be less chance of Zero missing out on any important schedules. Whether from work or the Hollow or Uni.
Still, it didn't mean they couldn't celebrate at the very least. "....Thinking about any uh -... savory specials in the near future?" Since Zero was certainly no sweet tooth.
It was possible! Zero struck her as the kind of person who played by his own rules and only interacted with the rules of the rest of the world when he'd decided it was useful to him in some way. Rarely openly rebellious, but quietly insistent on his own life.
It was admirable. She was glad that he and Greg had found each other to make all of that just a little easier.
The question sparked an instant smile from her. After all, she'd gotten Greg to accept that she would come by with treats of various kinds. But this was the first time he'd ever come close to asking for something. It felt almost like a victory.
"I'm always playing with new ideas. Any particular flavors or ingredients I should keep in mind?"
Characters: Stella Butterfly @stellabfly, Menodora Perhonen
Mentioned: Cass Hamada @auntcass-hamada
When: Early March 2026
Summary: Cass, Moon, and Stella drive to a gateway to Mjaunie, hoping to make it to the Magic Sanctuary and earn Glossaryck’s aid against the Commission.
Related:
◆ The Countess Butterfly - Stella challenges the Commission. The fate of Mjaunie is in Stella’s hands.
◆ Mjaunie Succession Plot Directory - Links to the major beats of the arc/plot
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MENODORA
There was a unique sort of rush that flooded Menodora as they drove at a responsible speed down the country road. Her hair whipping only slightly as the wind blew through the car between cracked windows. Clean air and grass and all those other scents and senses flooding her.
Had Menodora ever been on a road trip? What a silly question; the answer was no. The farthest drive she’d enjoyed was to and from the airport, and even then, dread had filled her in a myriad of ways.
It filled her now, even if she was pushing it down.
Cass was behind the wheel, going at a sensible speed. Stella was in the backseat, Google Maps directions playing from her phone. Menodora sat in the front passenger seat, focusing on the sensations of everything around her to keep the worry at bay.
They were headed to what Menodora could only explain as a pre-existing, teleporting portal. A secret door that relocated after every use, activated by bursts of concentrated magic.
This one had apparently been etched into a cliff by the sea for some time, according to Eilonwy, who’d tracked it down against all odds. With England’s general mistrust of magicks, the door had been left alone by the few who had even recognized it. Besides, no one would even know where it went!
Well, Menodora knew. Sort of. In this case, they would use the portal to get to the Magic Sanctuary in Mjaunie. Menodora hadn’t been in years, and she figures that must be by design.
A temple to magic built in the ruins of what might have been a temple to monsters. Guilt churns in Menodora’s stomach then. She tries to banish it like bile.
This would be fine. They’d track down Glossaryck, ask him to help them against the Commission, and everything would be fine. No need for executions.
This is the part where Mjaunie is no longer a fairytale.
“Stella, does it tell you how much farther we are?”
STELLA
They were actually doing this. They were actually here, going through with this whole wild plan. Of course, it was her fault they had to do this in the first place. She couldn’t help but feel guilty, sitting in the back seat, looking at her wand more than the maps on her phone. She ran her thumb over the gemstone set in the middle. All of the things that had gone so wrong, not just with her but the whole history of her home, that led to this.
She had to wonder if it was all worth it to those in control. Was Mjaunie really worth it to the commission? Or was it just a stepping stone to the potential for even wider spread destruction and control?
It was terrifying, really, knowing that not only her family’s lives, but the lives of all those deemed “Monsters” in Mjaunie were at stake.
Her mother’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Hm? Oh, um… yeah, just a few more kilometers, then you’ll turn left,” she said, not glancing up from her wand. This wasn’t hers, though. Not really. She was still in possession of the Family Wand. How much harm had this one object done? Was there any fixing what her family had broken?
MENODORA
Everything was stiff and awkward between herself and Stella. Despite their growing resolve, their personal lives were still in desperate need of repair. Mending these things takes time, of course, but Menodora wishes she could have a wand or snap her feelings and reassure Stella with words like a hug.
Menodora glances at Cass, confirming the directions, before she turns in her seat to look back at Stella.
Her little girl, all grown up.
Sometimes River used to drive them down to the southern point of Mjaunie, a lively area with local stalls and businesses. It felt extravagant to take a car when they could walk, but at the same time, there was a certain thrill to being in a motor vehicle.
Stella used to try to free herself from her car seat. Menodora can't remember if they still did that by the time Stella was in a booster seat.
“Talk to me, Starlight, are you okay?”
It's a stupid question. So she follows it up with, “what are you thinking about?”
STELLA
What was she thinking about? What wasn’t she thinking about right now. She kept looking out the window, not really wanting to look at her mother. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look at her, no. That sounded wrong. She couldn’t look at her. She couldn’t bear to look at anyone right now. She could barely stand the glimpses of her reflection in the window.
“It’s just a lot,” she finally said softly. “It’s… I know things were bad before, but if we can’t do this then they’ll be so much worse and—” it would be all my fault. She doesn’t voice that part. Just sniffles a bit, hugging her arms around herself tighter.
“I’m thinking of all the things that could go wrong. All the ways we could get caught. All the worst case scenarios,” she murmured. “For a while I wouldn’t think about those at all, I was just being positive and hoping this would all work out, but… I guess those thoughts had to come out sometime.”
MENODORA
Stella's fears and worries are justified. Make sense. Menodora turns back in her chair, having noticed the way Stella would look anywhere but at her.
“It was silly of me to have asked,” Menodora says softly, though it's meant to be a comfort. “Of course it's a lot, I didn't mean to trivialize it.”
She glances at Cass for a moment, wondering what Cass would do right now. Cass was always good at the ‘reassuring’ thing.
“There's no scenario where I won't be by your side, Stella,” Menodora says, trying to muster up confidence in her tone. “Nothing is broken forever, we can make this better. Make this right, alright? You can be very persuasive, and you have a good cause. Surely Glossaryck can't deny you at least the time to hear you out. He may be laissez-faire, but he's not heartless.”
STELLA
Stella gave her mother a quick wave of her hand, dismissing the comment. She didn’t trivialize it. Not intentionally. For once, this seemed like her mother was genuinely trying to connect. Not dismiss Stella’s fears as silly or childish, not even to trivialize this situation. But what else do you even ask someone in such a situation?
Especially as she continued. Stella glanced her mother’s way, the smallest smile at the edge of her lips. At least Moon saw the flaws now. Finally. That the system was broken; she all but said that out loud.
“But…” she started, not really wanting to finish. “But what if he doesn’t listen? Or what if he refuses to help? What are we— what do I—?” She could feel her heart rate rising knowing how the pendulum would swing if they couldn’t convince him. All of them made enemies of Mjaunie, all being tried and executed for being and conspiring with monsters. She tried to take deep calming breaths, slow and steady like she’d done before the play. Calm. She could be calm. She could do this. They would do this.
MENODORA
They’ve come a long way from early morning fights at the breakfast table. Arguing and storming off and then arguing some more. It felt like all these topics that they danced around or didn’t feel quite as obvious – the corruption and unfairness of Mjaunie’s system, the unrealistic expectations it foisted upon them – were allowed to live in the light. Be seen as the ugly truths that they both knew them now to be.
“If he doesn’t listen..” Menodora starts, though she doesn’t entirely know how to finish. It’s a good question. Then what? What can any of them do in that case? “Then we still stand in front of the Commission and make our case and try to convince the commission to split their own vote–...”
The will to finish that thought seems to die slowly. And what? Let Stella die? Because Menodora was too focused on decorum and propriety and pride? To finish out a trial that might end with them dead? It would be easy to run, allowing cowardice to take over, but to do so would be to leave monsters at Mina Loveberry’s mercy.
No one wins in any scenario, really. Winning the challenge, though, feels like the least amount of harm, at least.
“We will ask Glossaryck for help and if we fail we figure something else out,” Menodora says with a soft smile, trying to be reassuring. It likely falls flat, though. Menodora’s never done well with uncertainty.
STELLA
For as much as Stella and her mother had their differences, for as many flaws as they both had, one thing Stella so rarely saw from her mother was uncertainty. Especially in situations such as this. Where things mattered, where the county was involved. Sure, in the past her mother’s view of the commission and their policies was flawed but she at least spoke with conviction about them.
So the hesitancy here was stressful to say the least. She wished Moon would tell her she was being silly for being so worried but they were so far past that.
“Okay,” she said softly, giving her a small nod. They would figure it out. They had to. Even if they had to go on the run, even if they had to fight the commission, Stella was determined to figure something out.
She just hoped Glossaryck would listen.
MENODORA
Moon turns to face forward, watching the road come and come and come. The more distance they cross, and yes, they could go back if they so chose. Physically, they could go back to Swynlake and try to make a case. Possibly seek legal help. That would be a mundane option. That would be an option that made sense.
Nothing seemed to make sense to Moon anymore. In the past year, everything had turned on her and Stella. Their lives were on the line, and if not their lives, their way of life.
Menodora glances over at Cass, who seems to be doing them the courtesy of letting them talk without judgment or commentary.
“I won’t let them hurt you, Stella,” Menodora promises, though she truly wonders how much of that is, well, a lie. “We’ll figure it out, we’ll get answers. And even if Glossaryck won’t help us, I’ll pour over the charter and come up with something. We’ve got a little under a month. We can do this.”
STELLA
Stella was focusing on the passing scenery again. Thinking about all her friends at home. And how much she had to explain, how much she failed to explain. Would she tell them if this was all going to shit? She’d tell Mim of course, and there was an obligation and need to tell Banzai as well, but the others? Her friends that didn’t sit as close to this side of her life, would she burden them with the feelings and fear and stress of her potential demise? Or just let them wonder “hey whatever did happen to Stella Butterfly?”
It wasn’t herself that she was worried about. It was everyone else. It was every Monster she’d be sending to a life of misery and potentially torture in Mjaunie if this failed this. It wasn’t just her life on the line, and in some ways that was the one that was the least of Stella’s concerns.
“Yeah,” she said softly, not turning back to look at Moon. “We can do this.”
"Oh, I knew what you meant. People who are a stickler for that--" Destiny twirled her hand, her version of rolling her eyes. Her head did a little wiggle too. She thought such a thing was silly. Besides, she wasn't even British. Not really. (Even if, some days, she almost forgot that.)
"I think it's great! It'd go excellently with some tea. Or boba," Destiny said pleasantly. It was absolutely true. "I think...maybe they could even be a little drier, if you want them to be a companion to a drink. They're deliciously fluffy as they are, though."
Cass hummed thoughtfully, looking down at the plate. "You're right. An extra minute in the oven and they'd be perfect dunking texture." She often didn't think of it since she wasn't as much of a biscuit dunker herself, but she knew lots of people were.
"Perhaps we could - oh hello!" Cass smiled brightly up at the person who had approached Destiny's booth. "Don't mind me I won't get in your way. Everything Destiny makes is amazing, have you tried it before?"
Cass laughed and nodded. "I know I know. I tell myself that all the time, and somehow my umbrella always stays neatly by my front door instead of in any of my bags."
Since the cafe was currently empty, Cass could afford to chat with ehr current guess and not worry about anyone else. Especially with the rain stopping other people from coming in for a little while. "Here, this table is a little closer to the heat so you can dry off. Do you want anything? Something to eat or some tea?"
"Well, thanks to you, we made the cut," Reza joked.
"Oh, yeah, I know about all that because my ex-wife is a fairy. Obviously, if Sabiha's half. Getting a her a passport to travel to Austria to see my mother, that was an adventure." Reza said, shaking his head. "Traveling while fairy can be tricky unless you were born a citizen of a given country, which not all fairies automatically are."
Speaking of passports and travel, he really should go see both of this parents soon but that requires flying to Austria then Tunisia.
"Ugh, I love weddings. My cousin in Austria's getting married later this year, I still have to decide if I'm going. I'm more close to my father's side, the Tunisia side. The Germany-Austria side, my mother's family, I'm like 'right, right...I kind of remember visiting you guys as a kid.'" He shrugged. "I'll probably go, if only to see my mom."
Once again, Reza said something that probably should have been obvious to Cass, but she'd never thought much about his ex-wife. Or even the fact that he had an ex-wife. Sabiha was so much her own person, Cass had hardly thought about it, and neither of them had spoken about the missing mother/wife to her. She'd sort of assumed the woman had died in all honesty.
Hopefully she hadn't said anything too mortifyingly wrong before this. She knew she wasn't educated in everything, but that was no excuse for being stupid.
"I think that sounds wonderful! A wedding is a perfect reason to go back and spend some time with your family, and it can't really be that far from here. You should go!"
Sylvia couldn't help a good deal on books, they weren't even on sale and yet two new series by a writer she loved? That was a great deal.
The grin on her face was palpable.
Yet she hadn't noticed the clouds, the darkness that was sneaking over her. She did however feel the water droplets and the panic set in as the sound of rain got closer and closer.
She didn't look before she ducked into the nearest door, the books were more important. It was worth the look on others faces.
It was quiet in the Lucky Cat in that moment. Monica was on her break which meant Cass was out from the back and looking after the counter herself.
She didn't know what song was playing on the radio at that moment, but it was familiar enough that she was singing along with it in the empty cafe.
Until it was no longer an empty cafe.
"Oh, hello! No, they certainly don't. Come in, come in, it looks like its going to be one of those short intense rain falls and then you can be on your way."
If she doesn't think about it, it can't hurt her. Menodora had so many other things to worry about, unrequited and confused feelings didn't need to be one of them.
"Let's hope their prejudice - against monsters and mundus, both - is a shortcoming of theirs and buys us an advantage."
She's Menodora Perhonen and she's not going to let her feelings get in the way of what matters...
Menodora looks at the book still in Cass's arms and keeps that pleasant smile.
Cass will look over that, nicely. Even if The Commission doesn't get their way, it's time to move on.
"I'm sorry to have sprung so much on you in these last minutes," she says, a light embarrassment flushing her face. "I'm sure it's a lot to take in. Can I do anything for you? More tea?"
"It's okay," Cass said reflexively, wanting to do what little she could to reassure her friend.
After all, Moon was the one who was having a hard time. She'd had her memories stolen! Her literal life was in danger! So was Stella's!!! She had big, real problems to deal with, and she was fresh off of getting her memories back and trying to rebuild her life. She was the one who deserved care and support.
Cass was just on the side. She was here. She was a side character in this story and that meant she needed to pull herself together.
"I'm just so glad you're back. You're here and you remember things and you talk like you again and just...I'm so glad. Um, more tea would be great."
“Mr. Badun owes me!” Georgette chirped. “Plus I really think he is taking this city council thing serious! So why not give him the opportunity to show what he is made of!”
Georgette loved that about Mr. Badun though. Tenacious men always knew what they wanted and went and got it down. So easy to forgive the little mishap - can’t always hire winners!
Plopping to her hands and and knees she sat amongst an aray of disheveled cosmetics. “I have Alana’s line here and it looks like most of it held out pretty good!” Which he expected! The products were fabulous. “I just am going to put all her items that are broken…” she held up and eyeshadow pallet.. “like this one with the broken powders in a box!”
Waving towards the opposite wall she squinted to see what had fell. “If we get all of Alana’s stuff gathered like those facial cleansers that fell. We can give her a call too! You want to make sure none of the lids are chipped.”
"That's great to hear." Cass hadn't dealt with the Board too much since she'd gotten her petition approved, but it was still ncie to know that they were all involved where they could be.
Nodding along, Cass smiled.
"All right, I can do that! I'll start getting the make up in different piles and you can check everything. Don't forget to take plenty of pictures!"
It likely wouldn't be long before Jasper arrived if Georgette was to be believed, but she still walked carefully around the edges of the room to make sure that she didn't cross under the shaky chandelier. It was nice to have such a clear task to work on while they were waiting.
Destiny felt a little better when she was sure that Cass hadn't taken her suggestion the wrong way. She hadn't wanted to offend her! Cass, of course, was an amazing cook!
She turned the treat over delicately in her hands before she lifted it to her lips to nibble on while Cass spoke.
It was delicious, of course, and her eyes lit up as it melted on her tongue. Just the right amount of sweet and crumbly. It was much better than anything she'd ever made!
"Ooh, that is so good!" she squeaked, covering her mouth with her hand as she laughed and finished chewing. "Wow, all that practice really pays off. It's delicious!"
Cass beamed at the compliment. "Oh good! I'm glad you like it. I know a lot of people think that miso is a weird flavor to put in something sweet, but I love using it in things like this. These are sort of classic cookies, but I wanted to get my own version of it!"
After a small pause, she said, "Biscuits. I mean, classic biscuits. One of these days I'm going to get it right," she laughed.
Not that anyone was likely to forget she was American. Her accent gave her away as soon as she started talking, and there was no chance of that going away.
