Miss Witch

"We fly with our spirit"

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fistsofjustice‌:

Talking to Kiki is always so refreshing. “Please, take a seat wherever you like while I put the kettle on.” She goes to the kitchen and fills the teapot with fresh water, then turns on the stove. Once back in the living room, she takes a seat on her sofa and turns to Kiki.

“Thank you. I find that tidying up as I go helps with keeping everything under control. I wash dishes as soon as I’m done with them, and I fold my laundry as soon as it’s ready.”

Despite taking a few days to recover, she hasn’t let her cleanliness slip. Having control over one area of her life makes her feel a bit better, and she’s doubly grateful for this decision now that Kiki has come to visit.

“How are things at the bakery? Were you busy with the holidays?”

“Okay!” Kiki chirps before daintily sitting on the couch, perched on the edge. Her hands in her lap she watches Makoto work, a soft smile on her face. 

Makoto returns and she settles a little further into the couch, relaxing. She’d been in a lot of other peoples homes for deliveries and the like, but she wasn’t used to spending time a friends, so she wanted to be on her best behavior. Still, it wouldn’t do to be too stiff. 

“Wow! I do try to get the dishes done, but I sometimes just run out of time before work. You’ll have to give me a heads up before you come visiting me, I’ll want to make sure it’s all tidy!” She giggles. 

“Work is going really well! The owners have started teaching me how to bake some of our popular items so I can help around more since we got kind of swamped with people ordering baked goods for their holiday parties,” She grins wide, obviously proud of this, “Oh, oh! And I’ve gotten some people wanting stuff delivered! It’s all been for the bakery, but the owners seem happy that I’m so excited to do them.” She’s practically bouncing in her seat, but she collects herself, “How are you doing?” 

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oraintensifies‌:

Honestly, Jotaro wanted to forget about the nightmare that was that shit excuse for a party as quickly as possible. It somehow managed to be completely mortifying and a waste of time all at once. He was forced to say some pretty personal stuff to that girl who claimed to be his daughter, which probably egged her on all the more, and… 

And this was getting him nowhere. No matter how annoying that night was, dwelling on it wasn’t gonna get him out of here any faster. But he was still basically stuck at square one. 

… Having a cigarette to clear his thoughts would be really nice right about now. 

And somehow, the answer to his prayers literally comes flying down on a broomstick, causing him to jolt to attention. It was that other girl from the party… Kiki, was it? And another person he played “father” to. Great. 

But she doesn’t mention that, or even pay any mind to it. Instead, she actually gives him his carton of cigarettes back, along with a bag of cookies. He stares silently for a moment, not really knowing what to say. It’s not really the same as when those annoying girls from home would swarm him and coo over him and shove food in his face. Besides, it’s not like he didn’t cause Kiki trouble either, so a hearty ‘fuck off’ didn’t sit right with him. 

“… Yeah. Thanks.” He mutters, pocketing the cigarettes, not really changing his stony expression. He considers leaving then and there, but something stops him. 

“Hey. Sorry about that night. I said some weird shit on the patio. Wasn’t doing it because I wanted to.”  

His reaction is a little anticlimactic, but Kiki can’t help but think that’s probably just how he is. She smiles when he keeps talking, letting out a giggle at the memory of the whole events of the Patio. 

“No worries! I think there was some sort of magic out there, it was a lot of fun hanging out with you though!” However her smile falters ever so slightly at the last thing he says, “I’m sorry if you were being forced to do something you didn’t want to, that’s.....that’s not good magic.”

She feels a bit guilty for having enjoyed herself now. 

“How about we just...pretend it didn’t happen! There were other forces at work anyways, so its basically the same thing,” her smile is back, bright and hopefull. 

“In that case, um,” She curtseys, which is difficult with her broom in one hand, “My name is Kiki, and I’m a witch! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” 

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andthatsthepiss‌: 

Somehow, her perky response only does more to blindside the goth. However, it’s admittedly… Not entirely unwelcome. Besides, it’s not like she was sniffing around for him in this part of town. Nor does she have any clue about what kind of job he has. As long as that barrier is kept perfectly wedged in their conversations, there’s no point in denying… Basic pleasantries, he supposed. 

“… They look good.” He says honestly. “Getting the consistency for biscotti right can be pretty tough.”

He pauses, closing the tin. 

“Thank you.”

Her smile softens as he continues, a little surprised that he hadn’t tried to take off as soon as she’d handed the cookies over. Despite being kind of grumpy, he’s a really nice guy, she thinks, shuffling her feet a little. 

“I’ll admit it took me a couple attempts. The first batch were practically small baguettes...” She laughs, a little timidly, “You’ll have to let me know how I did! I want to get better at baking to help out around the store more.” 

She’s not sure why she’s telling him this, but her smile stays put as he thanks her.

“You’re welcome,” she giggles, “Maybe I’ll get good enough that you’ll order cookies from me, and I can deliver them!” 

Isn’t that just the dream, she thinks, delivering baked goods around town. 

“Also let me know if you have any other things you like! I need guinea pigs to taste all my recipes after all,” she shoots him a quick wink.  

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fistsofjustice‌:

Makoto isn’t expecting anyone. Ann would likely text first before coming over, and she can’t think of anyone else who would come for a visit. She’s been resting at home for a bit in the wake of everything that happened at Christmas, and it’s been refreshing.

The doorbell interrupts her thoughts, and Makoto reluctantly gets up to answer the door. Her slight annoyance turns to delighted shock when she sees Kiki, a tin of cookies in her hands. She takes the tin, smiling softly. Kiki is really a lovely person.

“Thank you so much, Kiki.” She cannot help but take the lid off the tin to see what’s inside. “Oh, they look delicious!”

She opens the door a little wider. “Won’t you come inside and share a few with me? I can make us some tea, if you like.”

Kiki had been the most nervous about the cookies for Makoto, since she was closer with her, she’d really wanted to make some Makoto would enjoy, so she’s delighted by Makoto’s response, a giddy smile plastered on her face. 

“I’m so glad!” 

She practically skips in the door when Makoto invites her in.

“Tea sounds lovely!” She feels a little bad partaking in any of the cookies, but since Makoto had offered it might be rude to refuse, so she goes along with it. She slips out of her shoes, not wanting to dirty Makoto’s home, and props her broom beside the doorway. She’s used to intruding into other peoples homes for deliveries, but she’d hadn’t been over to a friends in quite sometime, so she can’t help but let her eyes wander. 

“You’re house is so tidy Makoto! Maybe you can give me some cleaning tips! No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to keep up with it.” She smiles. ‘

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misspancakewitch‌:

She still has cookies to deliver! And her next target is another one that’s easy to spot! “Abbacchio!” She shouts, smiling, as she swoops in for a landing. Jumping daintily off her broom she quickly fishes into her bag to find his batch of cookies. 

She put them into a black tin that she’s wrapped a purple ribbon around, thinking that he might not be the festive Christmas tin type. 

“I’m sure you’re off somewhere in a hurry, but I’m glad I caught you,” she says holding out the tin, “I made these for you! Just a little Christmas present as a token of my thanks to you,” She grins, “Besides, you helped carry some of the ingredients into my house so it seemed only right!” 

Inside the tin are a selection of dark chocolate and almond Biscotti, and little fluffy anisette cookies. She’d wanted to try and make Pizzelles but she didn’t have the lace molds for them. 

“The recipie said they’d be very good with tea or coffee, I hope you like them!”

Abbacchio’s shoulders immediately tense as he hears his name being called. He can count on one hand the number of people who know his name that he would ever want to be associated with. 

But it looks like probability lost out today, for the young girl who dives down from the sky (on a broom of all things) sits comfortably in the “tolerable” category. Still, he can’t fathom what Kiki would want with him aside to pull him aside for idle chatter, which he wasn’t particularly in the mood for. 

Sure enough, before he can get a word in edgewise, the girl launches into a spiel. But what surprises him is the black bag neatly wrapped with purple ribbon being presented to him. 

Wait. 

What? 

He blinks once, holding the pouch in his hand somewhat numbly. What reason would she have for giving him a gift? She had already “repaid” the favor for him carrying her groceries. Besides, that incident was a several months ago, wasn’t it? Cheerful as she was, he couldn’t imagine Kiki wanting to further associate with a miserable asshole like him, let alone give him anything. 

He looks up at her expectant face, and oh… Guess she wants him to open it. And that’s what he does. He’s even more surprised to find the tin inside lined neatly with biscotti and anisette cookies. Did… Did she go out of her way to make Italian cookies for him? 

He’s not quite sure what to say or even feel. 

“You… You really didn’t have to do this.” He mumbles. Not exactly a polite or appropriate response, but it lacks the hard edge that his voice usually takes. 

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She waits with baited breath as Abbachio undoes the bow and peeks inside the pouch, eyes unblinking, watching his every move. And, oh yes! He seems surprised! This is a good reaction right? She had sort of expected something more prickly, like an cat. This very much exceeds her expectations and she can’t contain the cheerful giggle that escapes at the look on his face. 

“Silly, of course I didn’t have to! That’s the point! I wanted to.” She laughs again, a little louder this time. 

“I just hope you like the way they taste! I’ve never made Biscotti before, but the bakery makes it all the time so I asked for their recipe. If you want more you can stop by anytime! I’m happy to make you more.” She grins. 

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misspancakewitch‌:

homicidalvirus‌:

She’s on her way home from work when she notes the strangely dressed man walking down the street. It looks like he’s probably new around here, but more than that it looks like he’s freezing! How in the world had his clothes gotten so full of holes! Giant holes in fact! Why she could probably fit her whole arm through one of those! Is this…is this what they call fashion? Regardless of intention, it can’t be comfortable. 

She blinks as he calls out to her, blushing as she realizes how rude shes been. 

“I’m so sorry, um, my name is Kiki and I just noticed that you’re clothes don’t seem fit for the weather here right now?”

She pauses, still flustered.

“Are you new here? I can show you around, but before that, um, would you like me to try and patch some of those holes? I’m pretty hand at crafty things! I made my own broom once!” 

Her face is fully flushed as the words just sort of pour out and she hopes she hasn’t said anything of offense. 

If the icy chill hadn’t already made his cheeks red, his face is surely flushed with color as the young girl offers to patch his clothes. He feels terribly, terribly foolish. 

“Ah. Thank you, Kiki. I’m just going to visit… a friend, but I should be able to find him.” At the very least, he doesn’t want to lead the girl around looking for Abbacchio. That’s not a very nice part of town.

“I appreciate the offer, but I should be able to buy myself some new clothes soon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.” 

He hopes that he’s managed to be polite but cold in a way that will keep her from asking anymore questions. He’s certainly not the type of person that a girl like her should be involved with.

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Disheartened, she finds herself looking at her feet, she really had been quite rude hadn’t she. Still! She doesn’t feel good letting him walk away looking so, so cold! 

“W-wait, um, sir?” She starts, hurriedly undoing her scarf, “If you want to be stubborn and cold, that’s fine! But at least take this! Your friend won’t like it if you can’t show up because you’re too frozen!”

She shoves the scarf into his hands, skipping back quickly so he can’t return it. 

“I hope you find your friend, and I hope you find a jacket soon! But if you decide to change your mind, I work in a bakery down the street so come find me!” She shouts after him, pointing down the street to the bakery, before turning with a small huff. 

She doesn’t want him to freeze, but what else could she do?

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@caligulasanchor

Kiki is starting to realize that most of the people she’s met here are all very eye catching as she spots yet another cookie recipient. It’s Eridan, who she doesn’t really remember seeing at the party, but that was no reason not to include him in her list of baked goods! 

Tired of getting on and off and on and off her broom, she slides in next to him, still seated, and deftly balances as she one-handedly reaches for another small tin in her bag. 

“I didn’t see you at the party last night,” she smiles as she holds out the tin, “and thought that you could do with some holiday cheer anyways!” 

The tin is a glittery purple, and inside are a collection of butter cookies (all in cat cut outs as it’s the only cookie cutter she owns) some of them are iced in purple, while others have rainbow sprinkles pressed into the tops. 

“I wasn’t sure what kind of cookies you’d like, so I just went with something traditional, I hope you like them, Eridan!” She grins, kicking her feet ever so slightly as she floats next to him. 

“If you have some time later we should go for a fly.” She giggles.

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@misspancakewitch

Wherever “Fuckoville” is, it’s nothing like Naples. Frigid air blows right through his suit, and he shivers despite himself. Were he not numb with cold, he would ponder that he’s never seen so much snow before, and that it’s almost pretty to look at. Biting his lip, he draws his arms tighter around himself. His street-honed instincts tell him that someone is watching him, and he tries to remain alert despite the distraction of the brutal chill. How embarrassing, to be seen like this. He scans the street and locks eyes with a small girl giving him a quizzical look.

“…Is there something you need?”

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She’s on her way home from work when she notes the strangely dressed man walking down the street. It looks like he’s probably new around here, but more than that it looks like he’s freezing! How in the world had his clothes gotten so full of holes! Giant holes in fact! Why she could probably fit her whole arm through one of those! Is this...is this what they call fashion? Regardless of intention, it can’t be comfortable. 

She blinks as he calls out to her, blushing as she realizes how rude shes been. 

“I’m so sorry, um, my name is Kiki and I just noticed that you’re clothes don’t seem fit for the weather here right now?”

She pauses, still flustered.

“Are you new here? I can show you around, but before that, um, would you like me to try and patch some of those holes? I’m pretty hand at crafty things! I made my own broom once!” 

Her face is fully flushed as the words just sort of pour out and she hopes she hasn’t said anything of offense. 

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She still has cookies to deliver! And her next target is another one that’s easy to spot! “Abbacchio!” She shouts, smiling, as she swoops in for a landing. Jumping daintily off her broom she quickly fishes into her bag to find his batch of cookies. 

She put them into a black tin that she’s wrapped a purple ribbon around, thinking that he might not be the festive Christmas tin type. 

“I’m sure you’re off somewhere in a hurry, but I’m glad I caught you,” she says holding out the tin, “I made these for you! Just a little Christmas present as a token of my thanks to you,” She grins, “Besides, you helped carry some of the ingredients into my house so it seemed only right!” 

Inside the tin are a selection of dark chocolate and almond Biscotti, and little fluffy anisette cookies. She’d wanted to try and make Pizzelles but she didn’t have the lace molds for them. 

“The recipie said they’d be very good with tea or coffee, I hope you like them!”

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@fistsofjustice​

She flies around for a while, but can't seem to spot Makoto around town, so she tries a few of her favorite haunts: the bakery, the library, but to no avail. She doesn't want to intrude, but she figures she might as well try her house as well, since she does know her address. Gliding in she lands next to the door and rings the doorbell, a little nervous since she hasn't been over before. Her broom clutched in her hand, she grins when Makoto opens the door.

"Sorry to intrude," she starts, tapping her foot in her nervous excitement, "But, I remembered that you like fruit pastries...it’s no French tart, but I made you some jam cookies!"

She holds out a green metal tin, with little holly leaves printed on it. It rattles ever so slightly, Hiding inside are two dozen or so little jam filled heart sandwich cookies, each carefully dusted with sugar that makes them sparkle, "I thought you could share them with your friend that likes sweets, so I made you lots!"

She grins, obviously pleased with herself, "The red ones are strawberry and the orange are apricot." There's also a few lemon ones but I didn't make enough lemon curd…I hope you like them!"

She smiles wide, "oh and um, Merry Christmas Makoto!"

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@oraintensifies

Still flying over the city, keeping a diligent eye out for her targets, Kiki spots Jotaro from a mile off. He’s kind of hard to miss She flies past him, landing in front of him slowly. 

“I wanted to return these,” She smiles, holding out the candy cane package now returned to it’s original form of cigarette carton, “I was a little surprised!” she smiles, “but thought you might want them back now!”

“Oh and,” she shuffles through her shoulder bag, and pulls out a little bag of cookies, Its tied up with a little red bow, “I made you these! There’s some peppermint cookies, as well as some dark chocolate, in case you didn’t like sweet things,” She grins, holding the bag out to him. 

“Merry Christmas!” 

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@sheunravels

Flying over the city, Jolyne is easy to spot from above. Excitedly Kiki glides in for a landing, hoping off her broom. 

“Ah! I’m glad I found you! Sorry to catch you off guard but I have a present for you!”

She fishes around in her bag and pulls out a small metal tin which she hands to Jolyne. 

“They’re just sugar cookies but I found some glitter sprinkles to put on top!”

Indeed, inside the tin are an array of colorfully iced sugar cookies (all cat cut outs) with a rainbow assortment of sparkling sprinkles on each one. 

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@crowism

She’s on her way to make her cookie deliveries, and decides that Akechi’s place is as good as any to start. They weren’t super close, but she figured he would enjoy some, especially after the way he drooled over her pancakes. The memory makes her giggle as she glides down to land in front of his building. She rings his doorbell several times, but he doesn’t seem to be home. She sighs, a little sadly, and pulls out a small card and a pen. Merry Christmas Goro! They’re a little late but I wanted to do some baking so I made you some cookies! They’re a light coffee shortbread with maple glaze. I hope you like them!  Stop by the bakery sometime and I’ll make you more pancakes!

-Kiki

She leaves them in his mail box and takes off again, out to make her next delivery. 

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Drabble : Cookies and Bubblegum

Kiki wakes the next morning, tucked neatly into her bed. What sort of strange magic had they used to transport her back home? Probably the same magic they’d used to steal her from her bed the night before. She smiles at the memory of the party, some of it feeling almost dream like...but it couldn’t be a dream! She’s dressed in her pajamas, and not that reindeer jumper, but she’ll credit that to magic as well. Getting up she decides that, as she’d missed the opportunity to give everyone gifts at the party ( a little put out that she hadn’t had any notice of the event and was unable to prepare) she’s going to work on them today! They’ll be a day late, sure, but later was better than never right? 

She dresses in her traditional black dress, ties her hair bow, and goes to work in her kitchen. She’s about to get out the flour when she notes a strange package on her dinning room table. It’s wrapped in a festive reindeer print, which confirms for her that the party was, in fact, not a dream (the paper wouldn’t have been so thematically picked otherwise). Carefully she undoes the tape and peels back the paper to reveal an adorable set of baking supplies. They’re all cat themed, which reminds her of Gigi and makes her a little nostalgic for her cat companion. There’s a note as well : From: Santa Claus, Pon! which makes her smile. The high council sure was weird, but this was a nice gift. 

As she unpacks the cookie cutters and mixing bowls (there’s also a cute spatula with a black cat printed on it) she finds a colorful cardboard tube. To anyone else it might just be any old candies, but for her they’re a bright and precious memory. She opens them up, careful not to let them all spill out (having learned her lesson the last time) and pops a bright yellow gumball in her mouth. It’s sweet and slightly lemony, but more than anything it tastes like a bus ride full of laughter, the sweet glow of sun through the window, a straw hat caught in the wind. She holds back tears, and goes to tuck the rest of the candies in her nightstand drawer. 

Alright, she thinks, rolling up her sleeves, time to do some baking! It will help distract her from her sudden homesickness and it’ll be a good way to break in all these new supplies! She makes a quick list of who she needs to bake for, and what sort of cookies she think they’ll like. She might have to make an emergency trip to the store, now that she’s looking at the list, but if it makes her friends happy it will all have been worth it!

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caligulasanchor‌:

–「 Your lookstubs must look like saucers, and your fins flare ever so slightly. You’re really not used to people just outright laughing like that, unless someone is being thrown into a pit. Usually that’s a bit more sinister. But a regular, humorous laugh with absolutely no poison in it? It’s weird to you. Not bad. Just weird. You settle down, and cross your arms.」

“flyin huh i used to be able to do that too it wwas a lot a fun just floatin around makes me regret spendin most of that time stressin out”

“anywway dont wworry too much about first impressions the people wwho judge people soley on that aint wworth talkin to  and i bet people wwere just jealous you could do things they couldnt  seems like wwhat not magic folks wwould do  hypothetically are people better here at least i just got here but i feel like im at a zoo sometimes wwith people tappin the glass like idiots” 

“Flying is probably one of my favorite things of all time, I don’t know if you’d fit on my broom too...but If you ever want to try it out you’re welcome to! I can help you make a broom too if you want!”

Her smile fades ever so slightly at his next comment.

“People have been pretty nice so far,” she shrugs, “At least no one’s made any rude comments about my dress or laughed at me or anything. It’s nice not to feel like some sort of spectacle for people to gawk at.” 

It had been a while since she’d felt like that, though being on the news had felt a little like it. 

“It’s been a little hard to acclimate though, having to start from scratch is harder the second time.” 

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fistsofjustice‌:

misspancakewitch‌:

Kiki’s enthusiastic smile at seeing her friend causes Makoto’s grin to broaden in turn. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

Kiki babbles a bit in a rush of excited chatter, but it’s all entirely welcome. The bakery, already a comfort, feels warm and alive. 

“I’m doing well. We’ll have to meet again so you can tell me how you’ve been. For now, though, I have a few gifts I’d like to buy.”

She inhales the intoxicating mixture of aromas, taking a moment to think about what she’d like to get. “Actually, do you mind giving me some advice? The first person I’d like to get something for is easy – she loves any kind of sweets. Could you point me in the direction of your tastiest pastries? I really want to pick out something special for her.”

Smoothing out her skirt Kiki puts on a professional smile. If it’s for someone Makoto cares about then she’s going to do her very best to pick out something perfect! 

“Alright! Sweets, huh? Well there’s always the fruit tarts which are amazing,” She walks around the counter to point them out to Makoto in the case, each topped with fresh cut fruit that’s glazed so each piece shines like a gem, “There are also some delicious Petit Fours. The Red Velvet are probably our most popular flavor...” She considers a little longer, reviewing the case she brightens suddenly.  

Spinning she bolts back behind the counter yelling “Wait right there I’ve got something that will be perfect!” Before disappearing into the back room. 

She’d been told that they weren’t supposed to go out until later that day, but the shop owners were kind and she think’s they’ll forgive her if she explains, if they even notice that is. She boxes the little cake up delicately, though she leaves the lid off so Makoto can see. 

Sneaking back into the shop she holds it out in her hands, inside is a small, pastel green colored cake, a single little rose placed just so in the middle of the top. 

“It’s a Princess Cake!” She smiles, hoping she’s picked well, “You’re allowed to say it’s not the right one, but this is definitely one of our tastiest sweets! And they don’t make them very often here so it’s almost one of a kind.” 

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@misspancakewitch

Makoto’s newly-thrifted coat protects against the chill quite nicely, and it’s an adequate replacement for her torn and bloodstained jacket. She feels good as new, better than new, despite the sting of her still-healing wound. She walks through the streets with a renewed resolve, one based on determination rather than reckless fear.

Her first stop is the bakery she had visited with Kiki when she first arrived. She wants to find small gifts to show her gratitude to three people who have helped her in these past few days. Two of the three will be difficult, so she has decided to start with Ann, whom she knows is a fan of anything sweet. Her new friend should appreciate the decadent pastries, and Makoto smiles as she imagines Ann’s excitement upon opening the bag. 

Her cheerful mood only strengthens when she sees a familiar face at the bakery.

“Kiki! How are you? Are you working here now?”

The girl is behind the counter, arranging loaves of bread. It really is lovely to see her again. 

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Stocking the baskets in the bakery, Kiki is elated to see Makoto walk in. Ever since she’d started working here early this week she’d been hoping Makoto would visit, if only because the pastries were so tasty last time. 

“Makoto!” She nearly drops the basket she’s holding in her excitement, “How are you? I was hoping you’d stop by! I just started this week, so I’m still learning the ropes.” 

She’s a bit bashful about it, really, but she grins. 

“I’m still having some trouble getting the delivery business off the ground, so I figured I’d find work in the meantime so I can afford meals at least, and it’s worked out pretty well so far.” 

“How about you Makoto, how are you? Find any other tasty places to eat? If you did you have to tell me, or we can go together sometime when I’m not working, and, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, you probably came in here to get something! What can I get you?”

She’s a bit flustered now, face slowly turning red.