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[prettypurpleparlor]

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Re: ;D

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Well, even if he doesn't have the position anymore, he did still earn a doctorate. Besides, she likes to be polite.]

What flavor? Today we've got cranberry-orange, lemon-strawberry poppyseed, chocolate walnut, oatmeal blueberry, and lime spider.

[Look.]

[The Surface is a big, new world with lots of flavors she never had access to before, okay?]

[And Muffet fully intends to use all of them.]

[voidster]

[As well as that old, unique one. Pray no humans ever visit... and ask if it's really spider.]

Blueberry.

[Blueberries are neat.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She smiles cheerfully, and gestures at a little coffee table in the corner by the window with a pair of tasteful but comfy armchairs open.]

Blueberry it is. Sit down and I'll be right with you.

[Muffet walks over to the counter, where she pours the coffee into a prettily-decorated porcelain cup and retrieves a nicely-warm oatmeal blueberry muffin from the hot fridge.

(Thanks Alphys, you've contributed great things to culinary science.)

She puts them both on a plate and turns back to Gaster, calling over:]

Anything else?

[voidster]

Thank you.

[And then, about half a minute later: just a quick shake of his head, before he goes back to his phone, already settled into one of the chairs. Probably reading, since he's not typing anything--and if anyone in this world actually knew him, no one would be surprised he can't sit and be idle for one second. Far too much to the surface for that.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She brings the plate over and sets it down in front of him.]

Here you are, dearie.

[Seeing that there aren't any other customers in the store at the moment- it's been kind of a slow day, lots of rain leaving people reluctant to walk over for a pastry- she sits down in the other chair to take a momentary break.]

[voidster]

Wonderful.

[Being waited on. How nice. Life certainly is much better for him in the last six months than it was before, isn't it?

It may be raining outside, but he's perfectly dry and he isn't carrying an umbrella. He sips at the coffee, magic hands not being called on yet, and seems to raise a brow (bone?) at her. Something she wants?]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She smiles and leans back in the chair casually, giving him a wink.]

Just resting my feet for a bit. After all, unlike some of my cousins, I've only got the two of them.

[Although the total amount of limbs always seems to add up to eight, which amount of a spider monster's limbs turn out to be legs versus the amount that turn out to be arms tends to vary wildly.

It's a bit like the chances of inheriting a particular hair color for humans- you can have a good guess based on your family tree, but there's always the possibility of getting that one shade of blonde that hasn't popped up for three generations instead of either of your parent's hair colors.]

[voidster]

On the other hand, I suppose you trip about half as often as they do.

[Haha.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

You'd think that, but no. Maybe I should wear boots with shorter heels.

[...Nah. One has to make sacrifices for fashion.]

[voidster]

[Pfft, boots. Real fashion is long swishy things, like black labcoats.

...Not that he's wearing one anymore.]

Maybe you should.

[prettypurpleparlor]

But then how would I ever fit my aesthetic?

[voidster]

[Kids these days and their 'aesthetic'.]

Which is you, stepping on your own feet?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Nonsense.

[A beat, then:]

It's me being rich enough that I don't have to walk anywhere, so I can wear ridiculous shoes if I want.

[voidster]

I don't need to walk anywhere either, money or not.

[This is nice. No baggage on his side--he didn't know her before, there's no longing for her to remember him. Just teasing.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Perhaps I'll be rich enough to hire you, then. Are you looking for a job?

[She enjoys their little talks, for her part. His complicated past is his own business, and she doesn't see why she should bring it up if it's not relevant to the present.]

[voidster]

What on Earth would you hire me to do? I can't cook or answer the phone.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Yes, but apparently you could take me places without walking. I could save on transportation.

[voidster]

It takes some getting used to. Not everyone likes shortcuts.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, I would know a thing or two about acquired tastes. Still, it would be worth a try.

[voidster]

I can't say I need the money, though. Or know the city well enough.

[prettypurpleparlor]

You could consider it a learning experience- taking the job as an opportunity to learn more about the strange and complex city where we live. It would be like getting paid in personal growth.

[As opposed to getting paid in... payment.]

[voidster]

I'm not running short on things to discover as it is, without even needing to leave home.

[prettypurpleparlor]

It is a terribly wide and fascinating world out here, isn't it.

[voidster]

I don't think I'll ever catch up.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Perhaps you don't have to, personally. The nice thing about it being a wider world is that there are more people to rely on, too.

You can do your part as best you can, and trust others to handle what you don't or can't get to.