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Truth be told, the woman had a soft spot for her own nostalgia, and when given the opportunity for a flavor she would instinctively opt for something that was undeniably tied to her youth without even thinking on it.
"I do love Butterscotch..." She took pause, as if on the cusp of realizing something before it slipped through her fingers and she continued, "Or cinnamon, provided that isn't available."
The longer that veiled gaze was focused on the hostess, the more she was finding herself sinking into a sense of ease. Granted, it didn't make the humans go away, but they rather seemed to blend into the background and less obtrusive than they were upon her first entering.
"How long have you been set up here, if you don't mind me asking..?" After all, why not make conversation with the figment of her subconscious, provided this was all happening in her head as she assumed.
"I have both easily available, so no need to worry about alternatives." Charlotte gave her a grin before making a little flourish, "In fact, I happen to have a hot chocolate recipe that uses butterscotch that I just know you'll enjoy!" Playing it safe with a drink first was also her priority, since the woman looked fairly out of it.
"I just set up recently, truth be told. Nice little place down here so I don't have much to complain about." She moved to the counter and set out some little constellation butterflies to get some work started for her, "Business isn't booming too much that I can't keep up either, which is nice."
With the butterflies set on starting the work, she went about turning the initial drink order into a butterscotch hot chocolate, putting a few extra edible glitter star sprinkles on top. Charlotte had a sense this would hit one of the right notes for comfort for Frisk, along with a snack that had cinnamon involved that would compliment that she had in mind. She even had a fresh batch of that snack ready to go. Disappearing into the kitchen only briefly, she soon returned back to the table with the butterscotch hot chocolate, and a plate with three baked apple cider donuts that had been dusted with cinnamon sugar.
"Take your time and let me know if there's any meal items you might be craving, alright?" She offered another winning smile to Frisk as she set down the donuts, followed by the hot chocolate, "And do be careful with the donuts, they might be a bit hot in the middle since they're fresh from the oven."
"That sounds delicious." Frisk couldn't hide the small way she perked up at the offer of the specialty flavored hot chocolate, a smile of almost child-like excitement blooming across her tan face as she gave a nod.
Her gaze was still following the hostress, though perhaps not with the same acute alertness it had been when she first entered, as if the warmth of the room had slowly been sinking into her and allowing the tension to ease. So this place was new... well, even if it wasn't imaginary - which it certainly seemed that it was - it at least explained why she had never seen the door before, though the woman felt like dreams often had a more surreal and non-linear than this was.
She wouldn't have had enough time to really figure it out though, as her drink demanded her attention the moment it came into view. "I'm glad that it's going well for you," She had all but forgotten about the humans in the room by now, "I do very much like the atmosphere you've made here. Very cozy." Taking in the meal before her, her senses were enveloped in the rich scents of butterscotch, cinnamon, and velvety cocoa. "Oh~ They look beautiful!" It was one thing to smell good and taste good but to make them look good was the trifecta in the humans eyes, scooping up the mug of cocoa to take a deep breath of the aroma before she noticed the little sparkles. "How do you make the food look so lovely?"
What is yo cup size
A blush bloomed across her tan cheeks, slender brows furrowing behind the veil of her bangs as she managed a bemused smile.
“I’m between a D and a double D, depending on the style of the bra..”Frisk paused, scratching absently at her temple, “There aren’t a lot of clothing stores here though, so my choices are limited.”
"Well there's a lot on the confections menu, so I can't really recommend just one thing or pick too at random..." Charlotte pondered aloud, tapping her chin, "Is there anything you've not had in a long while? Or a mix of flavours you miss? That can help me narrow down what would satisfy you the most."
Really she was just buying a bit of time by asking that. She wanted to continue to get a better read on Frisk, and the best way was to have her carry on even a mundane conversation. It would give her little windows into what the woman preferred and what she might not know would be to her tastes. There was also the bonus that it would give her an idea of the differences to the reality.
"And you can make the descriptors about what tastes you miss also be vague feelings. I can work with that too!" Although she knew that might get some very usually emotional results. Still, putting it out there was important to her.
Truth be told, the woman had a soft spot for her own nostalgia, and when given the opportunity for a flavor she would instinctively opt for something that was undeniably tied to her youth without even thinking on it.
"I do love Butterscotch..." She took pause, as if on the cusp of realizing something before it slipped through her fingers and she continued, "Or cinnamon, provided that isn't available."
The longer that veiled gaze was focused on the hostess, the more she was finding herself sinking into a sense of ease. Granted, it didn't make the humans go away, but they rather seemed to blend into the background and less obtrusive than they were upon her first entering.
"How long have you been set up here, if you don't mind me asking..?" After all, why not make conversation with the figment of her subconscious, provided this was all happening in her head as she assumed.
"Well it could be any number of the meals or special today. Why don't you take a look through the menu and decide based on the photos what you'd like while I get your hot chocolate." Charlotte was keeping a close eye on Frisks reactions as she slid the menu over to her, offering another smile. She wanted to try and take it easy on the human woman with her usual antics.
The menu was filled with photos of each listed dish and drink, clearly all carefully taken by the owner herself. Of course each photo had the meal it displayed looking quite delicious. Maybe the only thing that might be off about the menu was a lack of any prices on them.
In fact there seemed to be a severe lack of any payment happening as Charlotte went over to thank one customer getting ready to leave, giving them a carry out package with her farewells.
Once the departing customer was handled, though, Charlotte practically teleported to back behind the counter to make Frisk's hot chocolate. She was a bit focused on still assessing the human woman's general mood as she worked, her gaze drifting over often to check on her for any drastic changes. It was an often faced issue with some new arrivals that they could become a bit stressed by the fantastical nature of her cafe.
At least that was her usual expectations. She didn't really know what was quite going on inside Frisk's head just yet. So all she could do was judge her reactions and body language for the moment.
The human seemed to be easing in well enough, perhaps from the inhuman features that the hostess had come to adopt or the calming atmosphere. Averting her eyes to the menu, she allowed a kind smile to play upon her lips as she nodded in agreement. Few of the items listed were familiar to the underground, though that didn't make them any less appetizing.
That didn't mean Frisk wasn't keeping cautious track of the other humans in that room though, her heavy lidded gaze veiled well by thick bangs. When Charlotte returned to her, she gladly accepted the warm drink and took a long sip, humming happily at the taste. A dream had never quite tasted as vivid as this before, and she was certain this was still a dream.
"Delightful~" She set the mug down before beaming up at the owner in sincere appreciation, "I can't decide, it all looks so good.. would you care to surprise me with something sweet?" If anything, the draconic features were encouraging her chipper attitude.
Charlotte wasn't blind to the body language that Frisk was displaying, and was keeping an eye on the woman as she grabbed a menu. Confusion was simple enough to spot in most, but she was getting the sense a little something more was going on. Her reaction to Charlotte looking human being the one that stood out.
This did tell her enough that the reality she came from didn't have humans in the underground. Her reaction wouldn't have been so shocked if that were the case. She was also seeming a little squirrely somehow since that gasp.
With a little sigh, she moved across the cafe with the menu in hand, revealing her draconic features as she moved between the tables before reaching Frisk, "Anything that you prefer to have as a refreshment? I can make just about any tea or coffee. Hot chocolate too."
Since the other guests hadn't caused Frisk to run, Charlotte was betting on little reaction to her looking part dragon. It wasn't something she'd normally do but given the odd body language of the new guest, she had to test things a little roughly. Better than trying to be subtle about it, but it also meant she might be caught up asking some pretty blunt and direction questions.
The human may not have been so triggered as to have a panic attack, but the quickened pace of her breathing and the jittery body language certainly spoke volumes for her discomfort. Dream or not, this was certainly an uncomfortable one and she took to eyeing the other patrons behind a veil of her auburn bangs as if expecting them to jump from their seats any moment.
Charlottes steps seemed to draw her attention away though, allowed the woman to squint up as she watched what she thought was a human moments prior, now with unusual traits which hadn’t been there before, approach her. For as much as it caused a tension in her shoulders to ease subtly beneath the cover of her hoodie, it only solidified her disbelief that this was actually real.
“Oh! Uh.. hot chocolate would be lovely…” She took pause, glancing back to the empty counter, “May I ask what that delicious smell is..? It’s not familiar to me..” It certainly wasn’t anything that she had smelled in the underground, even at the spider bakery, and she could feel her stomach urging her towards it.
Charlotte was still trying to perfect the particular door she utilized that lead to that particular Snowdin. It really wasn't up to her preference of branding for her cafe, but it was servicing it's purpose as a connection until she could manage a proper shopfront there. As such noticing it being the source opened that made the little chime bells above the doorframe inside ring drew her attention more than usual. Most of the residents of Snowdin seemed to ignore the door; or just not notice it.
"Welcome! Take a seat at any open table if you like." She popped up from behind the counter, hiding her draconic features to look human, while offering a chipper greeting to Frisk. There were already a few other customers in the shop, some appearing human-like and others more like monsters, enjoying their meals.
It was a cozy little place, and the scent of the baked goods along with the hot meals danced in a delicate balance on the air. The scents mixing yet still smelling appetizing almost seemed impossible under any normal conditions. Though maybe not to one from Snowdin, given how monster magic and cooking often worked.
The tan woman squinted across the room in disbelief for a moment. That is, until a rather human-looking woman popped into view from behind the counter and Frisk visibly jumped with a sharp hitch of breath. Since when were other humans here, in her underground? It was only then that she took a quick glance around, noting a few more suspiciously humanoid figures and swallowing the lump which had taken residence inside her slender throat.
It was fine. This was fine. Surely there was a reasonable explanation for it, such as a dream. Yes, Frisk was having a dream born from her deeply seeded childhood trauma and this was her minds way of processing it.
Though, she could never remember a dream being this vivid. Taking in a deep breath to steady herself, her senses were filled with the delightful scents of food; particularly that of sweets which were foreign to the underground. At least this would be a pleasant dream.
She finally seemed to register the words which the owner had stated after standing awkwardly in place for much longer than considered normal, an apologetic smile offered towards Charlotte as she stomped the snow off her boots and moved claim a seat at the nearest empty table. Only when she was sitting could she take pause to actually admire the quaint comfort that the room provided. She would have felt relaxed if not for the obvious delusions of her own personal baggage lurking around the cafe.
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She swore that door hadn't been there before, the one tucked neatly in between the Shop and the Inn on the main pathway through Snowdin. Staring at it for a long stretch in quizical disbelief, she squinted at it before closing the distance to place a gloved hand on the doorknob. It was real, and the more she looked at it the more Frisk noticed subtle differences between it and the other doors on the building. The hue seemed off and the hardware constructed of a different metal, as if the door had come to be after the building was long since established... surely she would have noticed this door if it had been there before! She frequented the Shop and its rabbit keeper quite frequently, following the same steps on the thoroughfare day after day.. and yet this door was new.
A precautious glance in either direction, noting that no other resident seemed as particularly invested in this sudden mystery as she was, and she turned the knob and stepped inside with a curious furrow of her brows.
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DEFENSIVENESS : arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip / baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE : hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows
SUSPICION : arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose
OPENNESS & COOPERATION : open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE : hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up / shoulders back // arms folded just above navel
INSECURITY & ANXIETY : chewing pen or pencil anything she has // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent / closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew ” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants (skirt) whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer // marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION : short breaths // “ tsk ” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth // grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw / grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales
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