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Who: Leanne and YOU!
When: All month of August!
Where: Multiple places
What: Leanne and quests.
Warnings: None at the moment

I: Picnic Serenades:

This... This was Leanne's ideal job, going around and singing for people while they were out on dates or even offering to help watch over their kids. Something that she is learning to enjoy as no matter how rough they were with her, her body was not hurt by them.

Catch her singing and frolicking around where there are large gathering of people, braiding flowers into their hair and just trying to be a general happy-go-lucky girl to brighten up everyone's day around her.

II: Patisserie PR:

It was quite the busy day at the bakery and Leanne has managed to somehow, someway make a batch of sweets in her attempts to give them a better look. However, there was something very wrong with the batch. So so very wrong. Instead of adding sugar like a normal profession baker, she used salt. Lots and lots of salt but somehow, the result is that they look like the normal sweets.

There was the sound of a normal bell ringing, signalling the entrance of another customer, to which Leanne perks up and smiles sweetly.

"How can I help make this the best experience for you?"

[[ooc; For this prompt, if you want to go with a hot spice instead of salt, go for it! Leanne cannot cook or bake to save her life!]]

III: Hazard at the Harbor:

These poor nestlings. They were being overworked and treated so much like slaves. It broke her heart to see such horrible conditions. Leanne decided to take some matters into her own hands. By placing a few stinks bombs here and there. Nothing to physically harm anyone, except for the horrendous smell that they will release once triggered. A smell of her own kind of mixture that even she had issues putting together.

She does try to petition with the factory owners directly for the better work environment for the nestlings.
However, if they refused to listen to her. She may or may not have quite the special stink trap waiting for them within their own cushy office to force them to live and work on the same level as the orphans.

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[ best experience... viren doubts its possibility. regardless, the woman who greets him receives a thin smile. after a glance to the menu upon the wall, already extracting payment from a pouch to offer, he's decided on a sweet. ]

The... [ ah, yes. victorian era sweets. still delightfully unfamiliar, but he goes for something simple. ] cider cake, please.

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[Yes, the best experience! Surely one can see just this bakery is the best in the city. Leanne ignores the thin smile and giggles as she keeps up her cheeriness.]

One cider cake coming right up, my lord! Would you like for us to slice it for you?"

[ "my lord," viren wonders if this is something typical of this woman's speech or if a more intentional address. (objectively, likely, not the latter.) regardless, in response to her question, viren holds up two clawed fingers. ]

No need. I'll only have two pieces -- one for here, one to go. [ he dumps the necessary coinage on the counter. ] Understood?

[This is typical... Very very typical of her. She continues to beam towards him as he holds up the two claws and nods her head.]

Okay! Two pieces of our cider cake coming right up.

[As soon as he pays, she moves quickly to get him his two slices of the cake and puts one in a bag with a cute sticker on it, and the other on a plate with a fork.]

Here, you go! Please enjoy. I baked them myself.

[ viren nods, accepts the order. he retreats to a small, empty table, slipping out his phone in the meanwhile (like he's a millennial over here, or something) to preoccupy himself as he eats. ]

[ cue one delicate bite of dessert later, a scrunching of his face, and a screech of his chair as he stands from his seat. ]

Excuse me!

[ hopefully, leanne is already near; viren is loud in trying to redraw her attention, wherever she may be present. he's brought the offending food item and its plate along with him, which he shoves onto the counter with a clatter. -- ]

Baker. You've, somehow managed to botch something that should be simple.

[Leanne was indeed nearby as she was staying in the front of bakery. Slited emerald eyes blink as Viren moves back to the counter and almost slams the plate on the counter.]

My lord?... What is wrong with the cake?

[So much genuine confusion here.]

[ in response, viren gives a light spin to the plate, so that leanne can have access to one of its fresh sides. he gestures to a clean fork within view, then to the cake, and invitingly (if it weren't for his cold, sour tone), ]

Try it. You tell me.

[There was so much unsure about this.]

My lord?... I am not sure what...

[She goes to take a quick look around before moving to grab a fork and takes a very small piece from the side.]

Not sure if this is proper....

[But she goes to take a bite.... Only to move a few feet away to discreetly spit the offending piece of cake into a trash can.]

[ viren watches this unfold with the smuggest of expressions. ]

Now, can you guess at what you'd done incorrectly?

[Oooh, that smug expression. She hates it so much.]

I swear that I put sugar in it though.

[She moves at once to the register and goes to refund his coinage.]

My deepest apologies, my lord. I will refund your money as well as let you pick another sweet.

[ concluded with his spectacle, and the refund of money tucked safely away, viren will also grab his take-out box. that, too, gets slid on the counter, if only for the purpose of leanne potentially discarding it. ]

[ he eyes the selection available. ]

Which ones aren't of your creation?

[She does take it back, she will have to mark it as waste properly before disposing it. This will be taken out of her salary.]

Just that cake... And the hot cross rolls...They move me to the front before I could try my hand at baking another treat.

[Wing droop as she is completely embarrassed.]

[ he nods. sorry for your experience with awful customers, leanne... viren points a claw at one of the desserts on display. ]

One slice of the tea cake.

[Her wings remained drooped but still does her best to keep a smile on her face.]

One slice, coming right up my lord.

[She has to smile and remain smiling. This is why she was hired. To make this bakery become better in the minds of the customer.]

Anything else, my lord?

[She asks as she gets him a slice and places it in a ox.]

[ he answers with a shake of his head, gathering the box into his possession. ]

That's all.

[ he looks as if to leave. unfortunately, in sharp contrast: viren's expression is stony and resolute by default -- stern, and with a tone to match some additional parting words, ]

I would advise that you take care to see that this doesn't happen again.

[She does her best to keep her smile up to show that his words or actions hasn't phased her at all.]

Thank you for your critique, my lord. Please, consider giving us another try for your next sweet tooth craving.

I'll think on it.

[ lo and ye' behold, he would, in fact, probably try this place against for the inevitably next sweet tooth craving. but for now, dragon's wings tightly pinned onto his back, viren turns on his heel to exit. ]

Good day.

That will be all that we ask for. Once you come back, ask for me and I will do what I can to make my lord's experience the best that I can.

[She kept smiling and nods in response to his words.]

Have a wonderful rest of your day, my lord.

[Well, there's no arguing with the efficacy of it. There's one thing that worries Thancred, though…]

Do you think they've understood the message?

[It was the most peaceful method she could think of... Plus, it was a little fun to watch everyone's reaction to it.]

I shall pray that they did. If only now, they are forced to live in the same conditions as the nestlings. At least until they can get rid of the stink.

[Which may or may not be released again and again until everything is resolved.]

[Well. That's certainly true.]

Living through something for themselves certainly does seem to change people's minds…. Perhaps we might be able to alter the scent to something particularly reminiscent of the youngster's conditions.

[Sweat and heat, in particular. It's got a chance of working, he thinks.]

[Leanne goes to ponder his suggestion for a moment.]

I wouldn't know how to add those scents. But, for what I did... They won't be able to wash that scent out. At least not with normal soap and water.

[She giggles at that, grinning a little.]

But maybe with my next batch, I will add some spices in to give it some heat.

[But that seemed a little cruel.]

Ah, then if I might be so bold with a lady such as yourself… I might be able to procure the ingredients for those.

[He grins, ears twitching up for a moment.]

Just enough to be bothersome, I should think. Perhaps some test batches will be in order.

[She sees that grin and her wings perk up as she couldn't help but to grin right back.]

If my lord would be so kind as to do that, I can start creating such batches.

[She blinks and then ponders a little.]

Who or what would be good test subjects to it?

My- ah, you needn't call me that. Thancred will do. Might I ask for your name? And I can certainly do that- it should be interesting to see what we can find!

[He hums.]

Well- I thought we'd test them, of course. And perhaps we could ask for a few more volunteers- mayhap even from the area?

My lord Thancred?

[It's a step up, right?]

I am known as Leanne, the 8th daughter of Lozernth. Thank you so much for your help!

[And here she giggles and nods.] We can certainly test them in a small dosage to see how bad we can make it. Our goal will be to keep him out of the office and with the nestlings for as long as possible.

Ah… well, that will do.

[Knowing each other's names certainly is a good thing. Perhaps it's that she's the type of person who's inclined to be polite?]

A please to meet you, Lady Leanne. You're quite welcome- I'd be more than glad to see this situation addressed.

Perfect! [He nods.] That ought to give him the time to see and, with any luck, understand.

[She blinks and lets out a sigh. For now, that will do as he guessed that trait of hers right on the nose.

A smile and a giggle leaves her lips as she nods.]

Same, especially for those nestlings. They need someone to help them.

[And now, she couldn't help but to laugh a little.]

Yes, and if he doesn't understand after the first time, then he will just need to go through it again.

[ and here enters leanne's next hopelessly unaware victim: a simple musician looking to surprise his darling, sweets-obsessed bondmate with a fresh batch of delicacies from a new patisserie.

amadeus flashes a bright smile back at her. ]

Oh, I haven't the faintest yet. What do you recommend? —Oh, and do you offer samples, perchance?

[ at least he seems keen to earn what's coming to him by imposing so much. ]

[The poor poor man has no idea what horrors he about to bring to his bondmates.]

I recommend our Cider Cake and Hot Cross buns! Oh! Also the cinnamon rolls are quite tasty too.

[Though the request for samples.... She ponders a little.]

I am not sure but I am sure that allowing you just a couple of samples will be fine. But they will have to be a smaller piece. What would you like a sample of, my lord?

[ meanwhile, her sweet disposition does plenty to charm him, win him over before the big shock.

amadeus visibly mulls over the suggestions, pulling back and holding his chin in between his fingers, nodding as thought picturing each one. he tries to understand the sweet tooth that possesses his dear bonded, so something between sickeningly sweet (like the cinnamon roll which would surely be his bonded's favorite) and savory (which he prefers) seems to be a fine compromise. ]

Ah, you're an angel from above to accommodate me. [ an honest laugh. ] The cider cake sounds lovely – I'll have a bit of that, if you don't mind.

[Leanne just smiles as sweetly and warmly as she can to him.

She watches and studies his expression, trying to see if she can better service him.]

Okay, one small sample of our cider cake coming right up!

[She goes to open the case and carefully... Oh so carefully, slices off a piece of the cake.]

Here you go! I made it myself, my lord. [She beams up at him as she offers the small sample piece.]

[ooc; Feel free to pick just what is wrong with the cake. Leanne can't bake to save her soul quite yet. lol]

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