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Philippa/Pippa/Pippy/Pips I'm a real life metamorphmagus.

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“Well you know you’ll be the first to hear if anything comes of it.”

“That’s what I wanted t’ hear.”

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“Just be sensible and wear suncream. Wouldn’t want you to get too red.”

“Oh, I take very good care o’ my skin. I use a ton of sunscreen, an’ I make sure I put it on under my concealer.”

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“I have the hope that she will,” Effie laughed, “but as of now, she’s more concerned about being able to get out of eatin’ her veg and bein’ able to draw on the walls,” she shrugged. “Oh he can, sort of. He just has t’be careful with her. It depends on how clingy she’s been that day, but most of the time he can. He’s better at distractin’ her than I am,” she pouted.

“I’m an adult, an’ I still worry about those things,” Pippa chuckled. “She’s also a bit of a daddy’s girl, Eff. Honestly, he is so sweet with her. It’s wonderful t’ watch. Any little girl would be lucky t’ have a da’ like Eoin.”

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“She’s either tender headed or she just doesn’t trust anyone but us because we know how t’do it,” Effie laughed. “I always use a wide-toothed comb like I have, but the small version, an’ I talk to her about everythin’ but her hair while I’m doin’ it,” she shrugged. “It’s a talent.”

“Well, you’re her mum. She should always trust you,” Pippa grinned. “That’s pretty brilliant. Keeping little Liv distracted. What about Eoin? Does she let him mess with her hair?”

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“I’m almost certain you’re an angel from above,” Effie smiled. “She’s a good ‘un she is. She loves you very much – you’re the only one besides Mummy and Daddy who can tame that head of blonde curls. My Mum touches her hair? Instant screamin’ and cryin’. She’s already so picky about what we do with it.”

Pippa chuckled. “Well, I certainly try. I adore her and her little curls. She knows I have the magic touch with hair. Poor dear is tender headed. An’ it’s better t’ use a little comb with her hair, not a brush.”

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“Could you stop.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m excited for you, an’ I clearly can’t contain it.”

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“You give everyone a good price on services, Pips. It’s what you do,” Effie shook her head. “Of course you can see Olive. She lives with me, doesn’t she?” Effie laughed, “She asks for you sometimes - she calls you Pizzy.”

“Well, I have enough clients, an’ make enough on the services I do that I don’t have t’ charge an arm and a leg in order to pay my bills,” she shrugged a little. “Oh, c’mon, you know I know that... Oh my god, that’s the sweetest thing. She’s the cutest.”

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“I think Eoin’s excited for that too. Mostly because he won’t have the house smellin’ like a bakery anymore. I had t’cut back on what I was makin’ because he was eatin’ too much of it. No self control that one. So if you wanna smell a bakery, come on over t’my place. I’m almost certain I’ve got at least two of the final menu cakes in the fridge. I’ll make us a cuppa and we can gab like my Mam and her hens do.”

“God, I’m sure he is! Honesly, Eff did you really expect him t’ have any with your bakin’ around? It’s a little piece o’ heaven which is why I always give you a good price on services when you bring me treats,” she grinned. “Oh! That sounds lovely! An’ I can see Olive. I miss her.”

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“Well –”

“We’ll see.”

“Don’t be nervous. Or.. try not t’ be.”

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“So this is where I’m thinkin’ we’re gonna have a little seating area or somethin’ like that. Over there is going to be the counter, obviously, it’s already set up and stuff. I picked out the white tile and the grey cabinets because I think they go nicely with the rest of the bakery’s light blue color.”

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“Eff, it looks great! People are gonna love comin’ in here because it’s so lovely, an’ bright... It’s so open. I can just imagine what it’ll be like once it smells like a bakery.”

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“Oh – I was thinking just a dress. And that I’d wear my hair down.”

“I think that’s perfect. You’ll look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous, o’ course, but you know what I mean.”

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“Oh god, calm down. I have to not completely screw up the first date, first.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just excited you’re going out on a date! What are you going to wear? Do you need help with your hair?”

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“Mhm. The very same.”

“I gave her my card the other day. Told her I’d do her hair for her,” she grinned. “I think she’s Effie’s sister.”

“She’s cute! You deserve a cute girl to date! Maybe if Nora comes to town next weekend we can go on a double date. How fun would that be?”

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“You know that girl who works with Elaine at Seaside Beans? The blonde?”

“The really pretty one? Astrid?”

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Astrid quirked an eyebrow as she took the card. “Your cell number, eh?” God help her–she couldn’t help but slip in a suggestive tone to her voice. One day, she was going to flirt with the wrong person. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” 

Pippa chuckled. “Yeah, well, I make my own hours. It’s just easier to give my cell number than to have my clients call the salon and have to leave a message for me there.” Pippa smiled brightly. “Please do!”

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“Sunshine? In Ireland? Must be the end of the world.”

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“I’m going t’ take full advantage of this and lie out as much of the day as I can... an’ pray I don’t burn.”

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“Maybe.”

“Excuse me, what! I demand you tell me everything right now!”