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"Eeeverybody’s incredible in some way," he says with a slight slur and halfway through a burp. "Even this dude right here! I’m great somehow! Right? I mean, I’ve got a great hairstyle sometimes maybe… I make a lot of people smile! I think. I… can count money relatively fast?” So maybe Jinki isn’t really all that incredible either, but he does believe that Eunji could be.

The hand against his face brings a little half-sober smile, and the comment lifts his drunk spirits. “Definitely a good kid. Definitely unlike those— those twins…” He trails off. It’s a story for another day.

"…Also, I can’t do icing or uh…Any of.. that…" he lets out a sheepish laugh, swaying in his seat.

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"That's the spirit!" If there was one thing that Eunji definitely knew about Jinki, it was that he was a vitamin. Her grumpiness faded to a happy mirth as he babbled away.

Perfect company? She'd found it tonight.

"Twins? Haven't met 'em yet. Haven't really met anyone! Well, 'cept you." Her brows raise slightly "Iiiii was... Planning to meet people at this open class. Introduce myself n' junk. But it's fine with just you here! One thing though." Her eyes disappear into her smile, poking his nose.

"I'm recruiting you for help. Keep an eye on that butter. Once it whips into a white colour, pour in the sugar in that cup sloooooowly. Got it?"

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"Busannn… Oh, Busan!" He points an accusing finger at Eunji, stabbing the air in front. "That’s why your voice does the.. the thing. But hey! You’re in Seoul now and you can cook and… and uh well that’s all I know about you, haha… But you seem like an OK kid, Eunjoo."

Jinki belatedly takes a seat on the chair he’d offered, watching Eunji’s mix as she swirls in colour. Jinki frowns, a habit he’s gained after a long while of seeing the effortless work of bakers and decorators. Just how can they just create food so easily? Why is nothing burning? Where’s the fire? Did he leave the stove on in the apartment? He needs another drink.

"Well! I’m turning 25 next month…" a finger is suddenly in the fluffy pink mixture. "And I’m gonna be 25… Almost 50… ALMOST 50!" He shouts, slapping his hands (along with the freshly coated finger) against his cheeks. "This is it,Eonja, I’m dying soon, make sure the bakery lives on…"

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"The thing?" Eunji swallows. Right. Dialect. Satoori. She thought she had that under control... She's not ashamed but lots of comments are just unnecessary. "Ohh. Well, that's... Basically it to know about me? I'm nothing incredible or anything, if that's what you're thinkin'." She smiles softly, turning off the mixer. "Are you feeling okay, Jinki? Looks like you took advantage of that open bar, here, let me get you some water..."

A beer wouldn't be too bad right now, she thinks, as she fills up a cup from the faucet and presenting it to the cashier. "Twenty fiv-- Hey, watch it!" Wide eyes snap open when she sees his hand threaten her creation, so she snatches his wrist gently, directing it out. "Shhhh, aish, you are far from fifty! That's decades, eons away! You're still young." She quickly takes her apron, dabbing the batter off of his face with a tender hand. "No worries, okay? Will you help me with the icing...?"

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"Euuuunji. Simple enough to remember…" he says and lifts his face out of the bowl with a final long whiff of the batter.

"Let me— Let me tell you something, Eunji" a lazy hand props out a chair for her, elbow knocking a teaspoon off the work area. "I started to work here two! Years! Ago! Back then, I was so… so simple so… humble and innocent…" His eyes are misty, not because he’s reminiscing, but because a bit of batter got in his eye.

"I’ve gotten so old, Yeonji. I’ve become a man of shame!" His body falls onto the table with a heavy thud. "Tell me, as a beaut born from Venus… Do I lack swag…"

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"Okay, I'm all ears."

Her tongue grazes her teeth as she tiptoes around the older man. She could deal with this. She had experience dealing with kitchen drunks with her older brothers, and Jinki? He didn't look like he could hurt a fly, though she let out a tsk on her tongue, collecting the teaspoon from the floor. "Two years ago I was in Busan and trying to make candy apple icing." She replies, turning on the mixer before she directs him to sit in the chair himself. "It sucked. Never try to make candy apple icing. People can change a lot in two years, mm." She muses, taking the colours she had set out and dropping several pink drops into her mixer, watching the mixture change colour with a happy hum.

"You still seem humble to me, Jinki. Innocent? Well I don't know that. But definitely humble n' nice." Her nose crinkles with her smile, tapping his shoulder. "Yaaaaah, Eunji! Eun! Ji! Is it that hard?" Her laugh carries throughout the kitchen. "Listen to me - you aren't old.... Well. I don't know. How old are you, anyways? You don't look like an ahjussi to me--" her face flushes at the sudden compliment. "O-Oh I... I don't know? Swag? I'm not well versed in swag-- I mean, I wish, but-- Yeahno."

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Everything is nice. This is great. He likes this. Jinki likes this—this being having a hand occupied with a now half empty glass of beer. He won’t overdo himself of course. It’s a store event with new employees and he doesn’t want to ruin it as that drunk senior who peed on the floor.

But two glasses is no different from one… And four isn’t different from two… And six isn’t where he wanted to be, but it is where Jinki finds himself, slumped into a bowl of what could be batter.

"Your name is …….ji," he says when he peers up and finds a face looking over him. This is probably her batter. "..Well uh…whoops I guess."

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Two minutes, she had left her position for two minutes and she found... Jinki, was that his name? At least someone had shown up to the macaron demonstration. She was getting to be worried, but at the same time she's glad someone showed up.

His face and eyes are into the shell batter. Dangerously close, at that, so with a huff, she stomps over and pokes his nose with the wooden spoon she was carrying, brows furrowed and cheeks puffed in a sullen h u f f.

"Close. Eunji. It's Eunji!" Her shoulders bounce with the syllables as she stuffs the utensil back in her apron, smoothing it down. "Jinki? That's your name, right?" Eunji tilts her head at her coworker. "Now, are you here to make macarons or are you just here to drool in them? Saliva isn't a flavour the customers enjoy..."

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Fresh meat, hey! Welcome to Ristretto, but more importantly, welcome to the Jar! I'm Jinki, one of the cashiers and don't be afraid of me just because I've been here since the birth of Christ. For all questions, concerns, complaints, or even compliments--contact me at... well, just stick your head out the kitchen and call for me. Nice to meet you- [`glances at palm, list of names fading on his skin] -Onji.. Eunji!

Jin... Ki... -purses her lips, nodding- M'kay, got it. -crinkles her nose in a smile-

Yes, Jung Eunji at your service, for all your macaron and various pretty baked goods' needs..seses. -blinks- Wow, that's a mouthful-- -laughs to herself- Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Jinki!

Quieter here than I thought! More time in the kitchen I guess.

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Not sure. Looks like a hairclip or something. {'he cocks his head, examining the item he just picked up} Wait, no, that is not a hairclip. {'he immediately drops the small thing in his hand, eyes widening in terror} That is a very, very, big bug, not a hair clip.

But.. I wasn't wearing any haircli--

-she shrieks, taking a step back and hopping in her place- AHH NONONO GET IT OFF GET IT AWAAAAAYY

Excuse me, miss? {'he runs after you and holds out a small item in his hand} I think you dropped something.

-turns around, wide-eyed-

Who, me? -laughs, nose crinkling- Ah, I wouldn’t put it past me… What is it? -blinks, looking curiously at his hand-

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