IC contact for wethelost

[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

[Feel free to use this space for letter/package deliveries as well as visits/knocks on the front door!]

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[furgood]

[Left in the mailbox and wrapped in a few layers of paper in an attempt to keep it from freezing is a loaf of sweet bread filled with dried fruits]

We usually make this during the winter at home and it's usually shared! I hope you enjoy it. It's pretty sweet so I don't recommend eating it with your dinner. It's delicious for breakfast though!

-Meulin

[devoutish]

[ Awww Meulin. The next day, she gets a note in return.]

Come over and I'll make you something.

- Alfie

[furgood]

[She does show up, more around midday and dressed in as much fluffy warm things as possible. She's a summer girl, this is all NONSENSE]

Knock knock? [She also actually knocks. She's a little ridiculous]

[devoutish]

[Alfie comes to the door similarly bundled up, though obviously it's much warmer inside than it is outside. He has on thick socks and a gray winter sweater, and when he opens the door for her, he ushers her in quickly.]

Frightful out there, innit.

[furgood]

Utterly ridiculous amounts of snow. It's up to my waist off the paths.

[She pulls off a knit hat that had been squashed down over hair and brushes snow off her coat]

It's going to be a long couple months. At least I didn't have to dig myself out.

[devoutish]

[ He winces at the idea - up to her waist, goddamn - and wordlessly gestures to a coat rack where she can hang her heaviest outerclothes.]

Settle in; I've made some bread for you.

[furgood]

[ She sheds her coat and scarf, handing them up neatly and tucking her mittens into the pockets. She makes a little curious noise as he explains ]

You don't have to reply to every gift with an equal gift, you know? [But she's treating ]

[devoutish]

Have to, no. Would you like tea?

[furgood]

Of course. [ She fluffs her hair up and makes her way further into the house] I like your bread though so I'm not going to complain. As if anyone would.

[devoutish]

I've got this.

[He pulls a loaf of something out of the breadbox, showing it to her.]

It's called rugelach. Best had when it's been warmed on the stove a bit. Half the loaf's for you, the other half's for Eliza.

[furgood]

Ohhh that's beautiful. What is it filled with? It smells amazing.

[She drifts closer. She wants to pick it up but half of it isn't hers so.]

[devoutish]

This one's got chocolate. I said to myself, "Alfie, everybody likes chocolate; can't go wrong with that, can you?"

[He pulls out a knife and starts carefully cutting it in half - maybe making one piece a little bigger than the other, because Meulin probably eats more than little Eliza.]

[furgood]

And we do have a whole chocolate tree and all. That helps.

[More teasing] But I love chocolate. It's still such a treat.

[devoutish]

This is made from the chocolate of that tree.

[furgood]

I figured. Otherwise you'd have to wish for it and that just seems silly.

[ She nudges him out of the way with a little bump of her hip and just breaks off a little piece to pop in her mouth ]

[devoutish]

Good?

[He gives her a grin, touching her elbow.]

It's even better if it warms a bit more.

[furgood]

I'll warm up the rest but you can't blame me for wanting a bite. And it's honestly delicious.

[She sneaks a little bit more and grins ] I bet this works lovely with tea.

[devoutish]

The tea, yeah; that's also almost ready. How do you take yours?

[furgood]

With a slightly ridiculous amount of sugar usually but maybe with a little milk.

[devoutish]

A slightly ridiculous amount of sugar.

[He tuts, faux-disapproving.]

No, I'm not surprised at that.

[furgood]

[She smiles, utterly unashamed under his faux disapproval ] I am who I am. And who I am is someone who loves sweet things. I shall never apologize.

[devoutish]

And I shall never ask you to.

[He will get out the milk for her, though, and a little bowl of sugar.]

[furgood]

[Her smile softens a little ] And how do you take yours? Little bit of sugar?

[devoutish]

Only a little. Just a pinch.

[furgood]

Tks. How purrdictable. [Her eyes are sparkling with amusement ] Between us we make one normal cup of tea.