Italy's Sweetest Import

@dolcedicamillo

The names Christina DiCamillo. Yeah, the ones that own Sweet Italy bakery. That'll be mine one day. I'll make my dad proud. Chrissy is part of WTSC RP Group.

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Don't be Upsetti, Have some Spaghetti || Floyd & Chrissy

"I shouldn’t do a lot of things," he shrugged, eating his food, slower than earlier, and ignoring his cousin’s evil eye. The reality was, if he only did things he should, he wouldn’t ever do anything that made him smile. Pranks, for one. He probably shouldn’t. It was frowned upon by the majority of the town, and certainly all of his friends. But it made him happy. And no one got hurt. and he cleaned up his messed. So it couldn’t be all bad, could it? He lapsed into a silence, not caring much about making small talk, as it was his cousin and there was no point in trying to impress family. They were stuck with him, regardless of if they liked him or not.

She sighed in annoyance at her cousin's comment. She didn't think he was the brightest of her relatives and thought that his actions were often flat out dumb. But she couldn't do anything about it. She wasn't about to tattle on him and she figured her aunt and uncle already did what they could to control him. She finished her meal and stood, bringing out the desserts from the fridge and grabbing her own. "Hey idiota, dessert time." She grinned and with her own she went back to her seat with her dessert. Knowing Floyd would jump at the chance for the sweet treats she brought.

#floydotis #Floyd

If You Give a Hare a Carrot Cake || Christina and Thatcher

Thatcher had been on the way to his car, parked down the block from CuriosiTea, when a tempting smell led him to a shop. Oddly enough, he’d never been to this place in his little town. He’d never even noticed it, and he worked down the street. It said that it was called Sweet Italy Bakery. He’d never been to Italy before, but now seemed like a good time to get the Storybrooke equivalent. The aroma was too sweet for him to do otherwise.

He walked in, surprised to notice that the shop was nearly empty, but that let him walk right up to the counter, eyes immediately falling onto the window of sweets on display. Crouching down in front of it, Thatcher looked over each and every one, getting through about half of them, when a name caught his eyes, causing his jaw to drop and all of him to shake for a moment as a shiver of disgust ran through him.

“Coffee cake?” he suddenly looked up, catching the eyes of a woman working there, “Why would you ruin a perfectly good cake like that? Does it have actual coffee in it?” Tea biscuits, of course, that was a perfectly logical dessert to offer. But coffee cake? That was even worse than carrot cake, and that contained the vile, loathed vegetable. “Please say it’s made to poison your enemies! Or that the name is a lie! A cruel, cruel lie! Coffee cake!” He’d stood, beginning to pace, voice falling into a murmur as he mumbled to himself, trying to make sense of such a dessert. Maybe he didn’t like Italy, after all.

Chrissy was working, the only one in the shop currently, the quieter time of day not needing the full staff at hand to help out. So she was alone up front, her father in the back and Candi was off for the day. Chrissy was sipping a deep roast of italian coffee, sweetened slightly with a bit of cinnamon vanilla coffee creamer. It was amazing and kept her awake during the whole shift. Even if she didn't really need it today. She had a bit of an addiction.... but it was okay, it seemed like a natural habit of the bakers in her family.

She glanced up as a man walked in, giving a polite smile but going back to her work carefully slicing tiramisu into squares and setting them up for handing out easily should someone want one. She placed it in the case and stood again, watching the customer. He seemed to be eyeing the sweets so instead of going back to get cannolis to fill, she waited.

But-- then he started speaking. Sounding offended at the idea of coffee cake. She sipped her coffee once and set the cup back down to stand near the register. Listening to his rambling about the coffee cake. She raised an eyebrow and once he was done she tilted her head to the side gently, confusion written on her face. "There is coffee cake with coffee in it... that one however is made to pair with coffee. It's cinnamon, mostly."

#thatcherwicket #Thatcher

Supplies || Christina & Quinn

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Quinn nodded her head as she stepped forward into the elevator beside to young woman. “Oh, okay” she smiled. She had an idea of where that was, she had been there once before to deliver flower and plant arrangements. Flowers always brightened up the room and they got a good bit of business from major companies and such.

Chrissy hadn't even done the deliveries. Before she'd had her liscence she couldn't and then after that her father, a much stronger man usually carried them. And he had the system so well that he knew exactly where he was going and such. She smiled though, pleased that she'd gotten help from Quinn. "What's your favorite pastry?" She asked, mostly just to make conversation as they waited for the elevator to do it's thing and bring them up.

#theborderatsunset #Quinn

Bee Sting Cake || Chrissy & Candi

Candi poked at the cream inside the cake and started to scrap it out, eating some of it and leaving the rest on the side of the plate. “This would be yummy with grilled pineapple.” Candi commented while she cut a thin slice of the cake and nibbled on it. “Or maybe if he cake was caramelized in pan and we just added a little more cream to the filling and made it fluffier. Oh and cinnamon for the nuts on top.” The girl nodded while she took another bite and smiled. “The cake just isn’t sweet and the cream is way too sweet. Are you going to try again right now? I can start on the cream!” Candi walked over to the fridge and looked inside for a moment before pulling out a sweet cream as well as a whipping cream. “I think it needs to be fluffier. So we’re using this too.”

Chrissy blinked, not really planning on doing anything right now but Candie seemed to want to. "We can, why don't we try. And maybe experiment with the first one. Caramelize it and toss some new cream on it with nuts... worth a shot, maybe we can get two dishes out of this." She grinned, she loved baking so the idea of learning to make new things and even making something of their own would be awesome. "We should try to make the cream black or brown and the cake a bit more yellow-y" She laughed. Bee Sting why not make it patterned like a bee? She grabbed the things she'd need again and set them on the work bench. "I just need to alter the recipe, once we figure out the perfect measurements then I'll write it down and we can keep it."

#candicehaynes #Candi #Candice

Don't be Upsetti, Have some Spaghetti || Floyd & Chrissy

"I never beg," Floyd stuck his tongue out at her. He had his pride, and was a stubborn kid, on top of everything else, and pleading was one thing he definitely did not do. "But stealing… it’s one way to get things done," a mischievous grin spread across his features. He never stole anything that someone needed, or something that someone could get hurt not having, but he would for a gag or candy. Nothing too serious. "I just taste faster than you do," he shrugged. Floyd was a hungry, growing boy. Eating fast meant there would be a second plateful. And a third. And a fourth. And he did everything fast, regardless. Eating, walking, thinking. All of it. "I can wait," he stood, going to get a second helping of dinner before digging into it.

Chrissy stuck her tongue out at him in return. Wrinkling her nose up at his comment. "That is horrible. And you really shouldn't be doing that. At all." She scolded, giving him an evil eye. Annoyed that her cousin was doing such things. He shouldn't be. He didn't need to. She was partially hoping one he would get caught, so he wouldn't do it again. But she knew that would never happen. Becuase he didn't listen. He never did. She rolled her eyes. She turned her attention back to her food. Enjoying it. She was quickl with most things, but maybe it was the Italian in her that made her really want to savor the food. Quality was better than quantity, after all. It was how she lived in just about everything. She'd soon be late on an order and have it be perfect, than be early and it be sub-par.

#floydotis #Floyd

Don't be Upsetti, Have some Spaghetti || Floyd & Chrissy

"I think that just makes you like everyone else in town," he grinned, "Everyone loves me. I get all the sweets." Floyd couldn’t help but giggle at her jokes, inclining his head slightly in respect. That wasn’t a half bad jokes. His cousin rarely was funny, at least in his opinion, and he wasn’t one to pass up on a laugh just to spite someone, even if it was Chrissy. Continuing to dig into his pasta, it only took about a minute or two for the boy to clear his plate, a slight pout appearing on his plate as he watched it, half wanting to ask for more, but conflicted with a need to move right on to dessert. "You anywhere near done, Chrissy?"

Chrissy rolled her eyes at him. "Only because you beg, or steal them probably." She smirked, on to his antics. She didn't make a lot of jokes, she was kind at work. But she wasn't that much of a talker, despite what might be said about italians. She wasn't that fond of extended conversations unless it was with one of the few who stopped in often. Or family. But that was different. "...Do you taste your meal? Because... no." Okay, she was half done but she was taking her time. She preferred to savor the food. "There's more over there, but you have to wait for me for dessert." She guessed his inner struggle, knowing him well enough after growing up with him.

#floydotis #Floyd

Supplies || Chrissy and Max

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"Nice to meet you Chrissy. I’m Max. Or Officer Max." He nodded. "Those sound great I’d love to get of few of those if that’s possible." Max trailed a little bit behind her until she figured out where to go, then he moved next to her. "Do you usually do that deliveries?"

She was a bit surprised by officer but it made sense now when he was saying it was his job. "Officer Max, well that's a spiffy title." She grinned. "I'd heard there was a new police man around town. That must be you?" People talked quite a lot when they stopped by the bakery. "Great, The Bakery isn't far, I'll make sure there's plenty." Her father would insist anyway. She nodded to an elevator. "That way. Unless you want to take the stairs?" She grinned, no one wanted to take the stairs all the way up to the top floor. "Uh- no. Not usually. My Papa does, but he had an order back at the bakery that he couldn't leave so I had to."

#fatedestinyah0rse #Max

Supplies || Christina & Quinn

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"Your welcome" she told the girl following after the young woman. She walked slowly as though she wasn’t to sure as to where she was going. She probably didn’t though, the building was quite large, she had only been in several times herself to deliver flowers. As the girl noticed the elevator she followed her nodding her head in affirmation.

Chrissy smiled and glanced to the elevator, pleased when someone walked off so they didn't have to wait. "Shall we?" She smiled and stepped onto the elevator. "I think... My Papa said it's on the other end of the building. We're going to conference room number... 5. The big one." She smiled, hoping to give the other woman some idea of where they were going since Chrissy was rather unsure herself.

#theborderatsunset #Quinn

Supplies || Christina & Quinn

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"No, it doesn’t" She laughed a bit. She could have a sweet tooth at times. Which wasn’t really a bad thing, it was better than other things. She much rather get a cavity than get addicted to something much worse, like smoking or alcohol "Okay" Quinn smiled pulling the door open again waiting for the young woman to walk through the door of the large building. She was pretty that she had delivered flowers here once.

"Thank you!" Chrissy smiled as she headed into the building, trying to remember the directions her father had given her to get to the top floor. There was a right at the entrance, and a left. She walked slowly, as she ran through the conversation in her mind. Both to ensure shew as headed the right way and to make sure Quinn could follow and get to the doors before her. "Ah-ha, Elevator." She nodded down the hallway as they entered it. "Won't be too bad, then." She smiled. Hoping she wasn't inconveniencing the woman in anyway.

#theborderatsunset #Quinn

Don't be Upsetti, Have some Spaghetti || Floyd & Chrissy

"Sweet?" Floyd scoffed at her, rolling his eyes right back, "At least I’m going to hell loud and proud. You need to get over that whole denial thing, Chrissy. All our friends’ll be there, anyways." He didn’t really care where he would end up, life was now, and he’d make the most of it. Hell would be worth it, if he had fun now. "I’m playing nice," he held his hands up with a smirk, a very unconvincing I surrender. “Yes, ma’am,” he saluted his cousin dramatically, before picking up his fork and digging into the pasta, a huge grin lighting up his face at the delicious food. A lot of things could be said about Chrissy, but if one forgot to mention that she was a great cook, they should be decapitated. Italian food was definitely the best.

"I'm a sweet as sugar. I'm here sharing with you aren't I?" She grinned, obviously a shot at him. "Well, if I do at least I'll have the best fires for baking." She giggled. Talk about Hell's Kitchen! She knew his friends might be going there, but Chrissy didn't have a great expanse of friends. They may associate with some of the same people, like Candi and Vanessa. But Chrissy was much more stand offish than Floyd. Then again, Floyd didn't know the meaning of distance. She rolled her eyes at his 'surrender'. Though she knew he would, if one thing could make him sit still and behave it was the promise of sweets. Chrissy dug into the food as well. Savoring the taste of the pasta. She was a good cook and she knew it. She was a better baker though. Then again, the rich flavors of the Italian food were sure to aid her natural talent anyway.

#floydotis #Floyd

Supplies || Chrissy and Max

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Max thought about it. He was on his way to the police station, it would be a nice gesture to put them out for anyone to have them. “Sure. I’ll go with you, Miss.” Max smiled. “I’m guessing that’s what you’re delivering now?”

"You can call me Chrissy." She offered with a slight smile. "Uh- yes. Breakfast type pastries for the most part but we've got desserts back at the bakery." She offered, unsure of which he'd prefer when the time came. She headed into the building, looking about for which way to go. Remembering the directions she made sure he kept up with her.

#fatedestinyah0rse #Max

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Cannoli and Chitchat I Isabelle and Chrissy

She hadn’t meant for this to happen… she only meant to go every once in while but as time went on she went more and more until it had become a daily occurrence. Christina hadn’t noticed …. or at least she thought she hadn’t so the only person who seemed to be a problem was the other girl who worked there. She seemed to be taking note of Isabelle’s many appearances. She briefly wondered what the blonde girl though of her than pushed it out of her head and picked up the cannoli Christina had suggested. She was right about to take a bite when she saw Christina heading towards her. She looked away quickly, looking down at the cannoli. The place was packed today…. maybe she was coming to ask the guy sitting behind her something?

Chrissy hadn't noticed. They had many regular customers who came in every day and this woman was no different. However, Chrissy would admit she was one of her favorites. Always kind, she kept to herself for the most part but she almost always asked for Chrissy's opinion. So, when the time came for her break and she looked about the room she was grateful to see at least one spot open. She could go out back and take a break, but it was so hot with the ovens nearby. Chrissy hoped maybe Isabelle would let her share a table. She wouldn't say much. She grabbed a coffee and a tiramisu, along with a second cannoli and headed over to the table. "Uh- hello... would you mind if I sat here? I'm on break and there's... not really anywhere else.." She bit her lip and offered a smile. "I brought you this as bribery?" She laughed, hoping the joke would bring a more comfortable ease between the two of them.

#lightbrightisabelle #Isabelle

Don't be Upsetti, Have some Spaghetti || Floyd & Chrissy

"Through yourself into fire. I heard that that works. Hell’s pretty nice this time of year," he grinned at her, still a bit peeved about having his plot ruined, "You could go there." Floyd offered his cousin one of the cans, sliding into the other chair before pulling his legs up, so he sat cross legged in the chair, eyeing his food for a moment, about to take a bite before a need to respond stopped him. "Faccia a culo,” he responded with a proud grin. Assface. One of the few Italian phrases he’d bothered to learn. He lived in the United States, he didn’t really know how to speak Italian. The boy understood, however, because of his family. Just couldn’t talk back, for the most part. “Fine, I’ll be nice if you stop calling me and idiot, deal?” He wanted dessert. Even if it meant playing nice, for now.

"Love you too." "She wrinkled her nose at him. What a bother, but she did love him. He was just her annoying cousin. "Sorry, Cugino, I'm too sweet to go to hell." She winked. "You'll enjoy it though." She rolled her eyes, he was way too proud to be able to swear in a different language. She should speak in it more, get him to learn. It was his culture as well. "I guess I can try, moron work for you?" She laughed. "Kidding, I'll play nice if you do. No eat your dinner. I made it special." She nodded to the plate which she'd heaped full of spaghetti. Full italian or not they loved their pasta and desserts. And she would enjoy her fill of both.

#floydotis #Floyd

Supplies || Christina & Quinn

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"Of course I can" she told the girl. "Though I’m doing it to help you, a free box of pastries wouldn’t hurt" she joked. She secretly had a huge sweet tooth, not to mention she knew Treven and Sally liked sweets, so she a free box of pastries could be nice. "Yeah, I’m not to sure if I wanna lug around this huge bag, it can be quite heavy" she explained walking over and setting her purse in the van. "So what floor are we going to?"

"A box of free pastries never hurts anyone." She grinned. She loved pastries and sweets, the curse of being the baker's daughter she supposed. But they also often had left overs, it was hard to judge one day from the next. So it wasn't too uncommon that they bargain with the sweets. It wasn't a huge loss no matter what. Plus this woman was genuinely kind. Chrissy laughed a bit. "Can't blame you. We're going all the way up. Meeting room delivery. Though I hope there's an elevator..."

#theborderatsunset #Quinn

Supplies || Chrissy and Max

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"No problem. It’s my job to help." He smiled. Max nodded his head. He would be more then happy to help. Serve and protect, and he was definitely doing the serve part. "Is it like a coupon?"Max ushered her inside. "You really don’t have to give me anything in return. I’m just trying to help, it’s what everyone should do."

"It is, unless you want to head back to the bakery with me and pick what you want." She stated as she headed inside. "I insist, I always offer something in exchange. Plus, they're the best italian desserts in down. If you don't eat them I'm certain someone you know would." She quirked a brow at him. No one could resist for long though. They alwys smelled amazing.

#fatedestinyah0rse #Max

Bee Sting Cake || Chrissy & Candi

"I do want it!" Candi told her while grinning and bouncing towards the rest of the cake. "How come it’s called Bee Sting Cake? I don’t want to have my mouth stung by bees and that’s what the cake makes me think of." Candice ate another bite and chewed slowly, but picked up the pace when she was convinced that the cake wasn’t going to sting her. "I know how to make creamy cream, do you want me to make you some? I can make the honey kinda cream and everything. I learned the other day when I was making something else. It was an accident, but it was a yummy accident." Candi grinned and nodded at Chrissy’s words. "Yeah! I would, sugar is really really yummy. I like to suck on sugar cubes sometimes. They taste really sweet and delicious."

"Because of the honey, I would assume. I didn't really research it." She laughed. She'd just looked up the recipe, rather than looking into but, as Candi went over the cake she pulled out her phone. "It's rumored the sweet honey attracted bees and that the original maker was stung because of it." She made a hm noise and nodded. "If you want." Of course she could make it too, she just needed to work on it instead of going by the computer recipe, but Candi liked helping and letting her help once wouldn't hurt anything. She laughed. "That's sort of the point of sugar." A playful grin lit up her features. Candi was a bit... ditzy but she was as sweet as the sugar she enjoyed so much so Chrissy couldn't hold it against her.

#candicehaynes #Candice

Supplies || Chrissy and Max

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Max was across the street and he couldn’t help but see the young girl struggling. The hero complex he had compelled him to help her. He jogged across the street, and held the door open. “Here, I got it.” Max smiled. He didn’t have anywhere to be just yet this morning.

Chrissy smiled with relief as he opened the door for her. "Thank you." She was clearly grateful at his actions. "Hey-- I know there's another set of doors on the top floor, if you'd be willing to run up with me... there's a free box of pastries in it from Sweet Italy." She asked hopefully. "Wouldn't mind the helping hand."

#fatedestinyah0rse #Max

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