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Post by Aqua on Aug 14, 2007 16:33:22 GMT -5
Engrossed in the conversation, Emily barely noticed that they had already reached the train station; she had been walking her way back to it almost automatically. Crossing the spacious lobby, she and Pietro went to the platform. She had run out of things to say to fill the silence and was beginning to feel awkward about it, not knowing what he would think about her because of that, but couldn't think of anything to rescue herself.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 14, 2007 16:43:57 GMT -5
::Memories flooded him when they reached Grand Central. Pietro couldn't remember the last time he had been here, but obscure thoughts filled his mind. He remembered a bakery in particular that had good rugala. He excused himself briefly to buy a one-way ticket from one of the automated tellers and was back at her side within thirty seconds; held up only by the slowness of the machine. He glanced at the schedule; they should have enough time.:: "Do you like rugala?"
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Post by Aqua on Aug 14, 2007 17:06:14 GMT -5
"I don't know," Emily smiled at his question. "What is it?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 14, 2007 17:08:20 GMT -5
"A pastry with different fillings," ::Pietro explained. Good pastries were hard to find, and if she had never tasted one, all the more reason to visit the bakery.:: "Come, we will get some."
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Post by Aqua on Aug 14, 2007 17:23:07 GMT -5
Curious, Emily followed him. The word 'pastry' made her eyes lit up with interest; she had always had a soft spot for sweets, happy that it did nothing to her weight.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 14, 2007 17:24:57 GMT -5
::It took a few moments of roaming before they found the bakery. Pietro had no recollection of where in the station it was located. Fortunately, there was no line at Zarro's, and he walked up to the cashier to order two dozen rugala. They were surrounded by fresh breads, cookies, and cakes as well.:: "Emily, would you like anything else?"
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Post by Aqua on Aug 14, 2007 17:34:08 GMT -5
"Anything with vanilla cream," Emily replied with a smile, extremely delighted by the place and by Pietro's disposition.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 14, 2007 17:39:45 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded and ordered two eclairs as well. He paid in cash, and took the two paper bags from the cashier. He turned back towards her and handed her the eclair bag.:: "Those are yours."
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Post by Aqua on Aug 14, 2007 17:46:44 GMT -5
"Thank you," Emily said, taking the bag. Her mood seemed to be rising by the minute, and she decided to muster some courage later on and thank Pietro for that separately. So far, she was only able to grin in a mix of joy and slight confusion.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 22, 2007 15:16:29 GMT -5
::Pietro opened the other bag he held, holding it out toward her as he stepped from the bakery.:: "Raspberry, chocolate, and cinnamon."
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Post by Aqua on Aug 22, 2007 15:26:59 GMT -5
Emily glanced into the bag he was holding. "Oh my," she said. "That seems like enough for the whole school."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 22, 2007 15:29:22 GMT -5
"Try some," ::Pietro urged her. They were small enough to not ruin her appetite, and she had never eaten one, which was reason enough to do it.::
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Post by Aqua on Aug 22, 2007 15:44:51 GMT -5
Emily carefully took out a cinnamon rugala and took a small bite. "Are they as good everywhere or just in this bakery?" she asked after a few moments.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 22, 2007 15:48:08 GMT -5
::Pietro thought about the different places he had enjoyed the treat.:: "Particularly this bakery, but good either way."
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Post by Aqua on Aug 22, 2007 16:16:31 GMT -5
"Okay," Emily nodded. "I'll give them all a try in due time," she promised herself out loud and took another bite.
They walked out of the bakery and headed towards the train platforms.
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