Sprinkle Bitch

Cait Evanna Murray Sprinkle Bitch Confections 24 & Excessively Scottish "I'm well aware. A world without rainbow sprinkles is a world without happiness.”

[bette-kill]

Not needing any more invitation than that, Bette leaned in and grabbed herself a chocolatey looking cupcake and put it on a plate, licking the frosting off her fingers. “Stop by and I’ll personally style you,” she said, her eyebrows rising and falling to indicate that it was a high honor. Not that it was anything entirely special, but it wasn’t as if the woman had much free time on her hands. “I have tons of new things floating around, but it’s a different story as to when they’ll be…out. I’m uh, designing a collection for Fashion Week next year, and I’d be lying if I said that hasn’t forced everything else to the back seat.”

[cait-murray]

Cait offered her a soft smile, tucking more of the chocolate cupcakes into the case. "I may just take you up on that. All I seem to think about all day is sugar, flour, and buttercream. Leaves little time for much else." Her laugh was soft and light, and she paused and dusted confectioner's sugar from her sleeve before placing a cupcake in the space left by Bette's selection. "Fashion Week? Isn't that the big thing in New York? Sounds exciting!" She paused, laughing slightly at herself. "Sorry 'm not precisely in the know about all things fashion; I sort of just pick up odd talk around here when people come  in."

[cait-murray]

Cait & Scotland

While she is loathe to admit it, Cait does get a bit homesick for Scotland; it's not a matter of missing her parents, though she will sometimes wishes that they had been more supported so that she could share Sprinkle Bitch's success, but instead a matter of missing all that Scotland was to her. She misses the accents, the weather, the colors, and the food--and yes the men in kilts-- and when she feels that way she tends to bake things with traditional flavors from home and stop trying to curb her accent; she tends to slip into Scottish Gaelic at times like this.

[cait-murray]

[bette-kill]

Bette’s smile matched Cait’s bright one as she glanced over, sizing the woman up. “You absolutely should stop by. There are a few things I know you’d look great in,” she gave a playful wink. “But, God I know the feeling. My life is a constant blur of material and vague faces. Mosly material, these days.” A sigh escaped her lips, her mind veering to her budding Fashion Week collection.

[cait-murray]

"I've been meaning to update my wardrobe a little bit; can't run about in flour covered sweaters and boots all the time." Cait let out a soft laugh, gesturing at the dust that had settled on her clothes. "For me it's flour, sugar, and lately fruit. Not looking forward to 'pumpkin spice season' and all that entails. Got any new designs come up?" She picked up a tray of cupcakes from the counter behind her and the neatly printed tag that read "Quake" and began tucking them into the case. "Feel free to grab a cake on me, for all the help."

[bobbylamonte]

"I know, I know. Didn’t you know that guys aren’t exactly good at thinking and walking at the same time?" he quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Bobby’d clearly caused a mess this time, especially by the look on the red head’s face. "The day a Farmer’s Market runs out of apples is the day they start selling iPhones by the box. There’ll be some left." The college student gave her a reassuring smile, taking the box that still carried the remaining good apples from her grasp courteously. "I’m really sorry again. I usually am pretty good with the whole…’watching where I’m going’ thing."

[cait-murray]

"Clearly that's the case with you," she snapped, torn between screaming and simply sitting on the sidewalk and burying her face in her hands and giving up. She was already running behind, and the last thing she needed was another set back. Her eyes dropped to the box that had once been brimming with bright green apples, and she pulled in a sharp breath to steady herself. "If I can't get enough to finish this order--" she stopped short, not finishing the statement. Her bakery's reputation was everything to her, and this particular order was very important. Reluctantly she allowed him to take the box from her hands. "I'm already behind because the market was so busy."

[bobbylamonte]

Bobby bent down next to her, scrambling to get the Granny Smith’s off the ground before they were past salvation. “I’m seriously, so sorry.” he apologized, scratching his head with embarrassment. “Here - let me buy you some new ones. It’s the least I can do for running into you.”

[cait-murray]

Several of the apples rolled into the street, and Cait let out an audible groan. "Those were for a very important order and now--" she pulled in a breath, ready to lash out at the clumsy oaf who had caused the incident. "You really ought to pay more attention," her heavily accented irritation spilled out rapidly, laced with concern and disappointment. "I just hope there are enough left at the Farmer's Market to replace them in time. This order was for a very selective client."

[bette-kill]

Bette gave a knowing nod, then stepped forward to follow the woman’s directions. “You’ve got a really nice location,” she spoke into the case, glancing around. “I’m not too far down. Uh, the boutique? That’s mine. I’m..Bette. Of Bette Kill,” she chuckled nervously, a fleeting worry that she’d come off too cocky. “It’s always good to meet fellow business owners,” she added quickly.

[cait-murray]

Cait smiled brightly as she looked up from the chalkboard where she was drawing the specials for the day. "Thank you! I snapped it up the moment I laid eyes on it. Had to have it." Her voice was laced with pride; after all she'd poured her heart and soul into Sprinkle Bitch. "I've seen the boutique; it looks fantastic, and I keep planning to pop in but never have the time." She finished the small drawings of apples and pomegranates, and dusted the chalk from her hands. "It really is; honestly, I never get time to meet to anyone it seems."

[bobbylamonte]

"Oh - shit, sorry," Bobby apologized, backing away slightly from the person whom he’d just bumped into. "I wasn’t paying attention. My bad."

[cait-murray]

"Och, watch out!" She scrambed to pick up the things that had fallen out of her arms. chasing after bright gree Granny Smith apples as they rolled away. "Damn it now those apples are bruised all to hell."

[nicholas-scciora]

There was a strange sense of satisfaction that she was embarrassed for not understanding what he said. Maybe it happened because now someone else knew what it was like but regardless, it was nice in a way that Nic wouldn’t have thought it was good. Even at the change of topic, he seemed to visibly relax. “Are they?” He asked. “I might have to. Is it any good?”

[cait-murray]

"Toffee apple is new this year," she paused chewing her lower lip for a moment. Talking about the new flavors at the bakery was much easier and much less awkward, and it was harder to be rude unless someone was insulting her baking or her bakery. "It's really good actually; I'm hoping it'll be more popular than pumpkin spice this year."

[trentonq]

"I think it is fucking hysterical. Ooh, marshmallows from a marshmallow. Im terrified. Felt bad for me? You need me. Just admit it. You have no other friends. Try barely legal seniors getting their "Freedom" tattoos all ready coming in. You can tell how it make me feel."

[cait-murray]

"Oh yeah because the danger of dropping all this work is laughable. I'm not a marshmallow! I'm fierce and frightening. Just ask that ridiculous boy who used to work here until this morning. And I have other friends--I'm not the town hermit or anything. It's you who needs me. I bring sugar and joy to your drab life! Worst tattoo of the day?"

[nicholas-scciora]

"I didn’t understand what you said before," Nic was frustrated. He didn’t get what she said and it seemed like she didn’t realize it either. Who knows, she probably still didn’t realize it even after Nic said something. "How’s your bakery?" Nic decided it was a time for a change in topic. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore so the best thing to do? Change the topic.

[cait-murray]

Cait's cheeks flushed pink, and she let out a soft gasp, hand flying over her mouth. After a moment's pause she dropped her hand and shook her head. "I didn't--"She swallowed back her reply; getting frustrated with herself would only make her talk faster, and that wouldn't help at all. Instead she let the topic change. At the mention of her bakery, a small smile twitched on her lips. "Sprinkle Bitch is doing really well; new flavors are coming out for the change in season." She pushed her hair out of her eyes and shifted her weight. "You should come by and try the toffee apple."

[trentonq]

"That’s fine. I intend to be amused enough for the both of us. Besides, I need a laugh after my day at work. Be kind. Isn’t this all part of customer service or whatever?"

[cait-murray]

"Glad you think juggling cupcake batter is funny. You'd better watch it or I'll throw these marshmallows at you. Besides, I only let you back here because I felt bad for you and the kitchen was lonely for a change. Too many bubbly girls wanting butterflies on their bums? Or was it barbed wire, biceps, and frat boys?"

[bette-kill]

"Oh, God, trust me, I understand better than anyone. People tell me I need to trust my staff more, but then they go and fuck everything up. I just need like, a few more hours in the day and I could handle it all myself. That being said, do you need a hand?"

[cait-murray]

"Hire someone else to help in the kitchen they always tell me. Add just one person to run the front counter. But it never gets anything done or actually helps at all.. They're late or stupid, and then I wind up doing it all myself anyway. If you could grab that tray of toffee apple cupcakes and line them up in the specialty case that would be loads of help actually."

[cait-murray]

"See this is why I work alone; I've had four assistants in the last week and they all sit on their arses or fail to show up at all. So you'll forgive me if I'm not as amused as you seem to be by this absurd balancing act I'm performing with these cupcakes."

[nicholas-scciora]

Nic sighed, frustrated because he’d lost track of what Cait was saying. Somewhere along the line the words had started to jumble together. It was frustrating. Now he was starting to think maybe his mother was right about getting help and seeing a doctor. However, that wasn’t going to help him right now. “Yeah well…”

[cait-murray]

The speed of her words increased in direct proportion to her frustration and irritation. Most of the time she didn't stop to notice that it was happening until someone said something to her. The truth was that she rarely stopped to think in general when she was this frustrated. "Well nothing, you talk about not needing pity, but you're pitying yourself an awful lot it seems. Maybe you ought to start taking control of it instead. Just a thought."

[nicholas-scciora]

"You wouldn’t know what kind of burden it is," Nic answered back. He hated it when people thought they understand his situation. In reality, they had no idea. In fact, they weren’t walking in their shoes. Nic would never tell anyone that he one hundred precent understood what they were going through because in reality, he didn’t. Everyone reacted differently to the same situation. "I don’t really want to talk about it nor do I want your pity."

[cait-murray]

"You're right, I don't know what kind of burden you're carrying, and I'd never claim to." She shook her head. " Honestly though, seems like the chip on your shoulder is adding to the weight. Can't make it any easier." Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she let out a soft sigh. "I've got no pity for you; it's got no use, and it's not going to give you back what you lost. Besides, seems like you've got enough self pity to last a lifetime."

[nicholas-scciora]

{ When he realized that Cait didn’t want anything, Nic was almost embarrassed by the way he’d reacted. Keyword almost. Instead of being embarrassed, Nic shrugged it off. He wasn’t someone to talk to people about his problems. Considering that he’d kept his deafness away from everyone for so long it should be obvious. So when Cait asked if he was alright, Nic wanted to take a few steps backwards. However, he stayed where he was. } I’m fine. You don’t have to pretend to care now, Cait.

[cait-murray]

Honestly, it was difficult to be patient with him; she was trying very hard not to snap and to be sympathetic. After all, he'd lost a great deal in the accident. But his rudeness and what she saw as useless self pity grated on her nerves. "I'm not pretending to care, and there's no need to be an ass about it." Her eyes narrowed, and she pulled in a sharp breath. It took all her self control not to shout."I'm sure you've got no interest in talkin' about it, 'specially given the fact that you'd been keeping it a secret, but I do care. And I hope you're alright. It's a heavy burden carrying all that."