[D1 EA] This Heart Attack

[Chantelle Rossette]

After the upset with the fire, and anticipating a long day, Chantelle retired to a nearby cafe. She ordered iced tea and found herself a seat, legs primly crossed at the ankle. The Fairest was dressed in a sundress patterned with flowers, and a delicate scent like new blooms surrounded her like perfume, she was impeccably groomed, wearing her composure and grace like armour. Her perfectly painted nails picked idly at a cookie that she thought she wanted, but now wasn't entirely sure.


(( This Heart Attack - Faker ))

[Jack Doyle]

Jack entered the cafe and approached the counter.

"A hot cider please, with extra cinnamon ."

"That much? How about without the cinnamon?"

"Thst's fine. Just a moment..."

The boy fumbled through his clothing, picking out a coin here, another one there, a few more, and finely a couple of bills.

"Do you have one vhf of those take a penny dishes? I'm so sorry. Thank you."

Drink finally in hand, he looked around for a place to sit.

[Chantelle Rossette]

Chantelle raised a brow, her mask had perfectly arched blonde eyebrows, her makeup on point. The wooden boy seemed distressed, she couldn't blame him after the fire. Raising a slender hand, she made a demure gesture to get the changeling's attention, indicating to the empty seat opposite her.

[Jack Doyle]

Looking up at her, he nodded. Jack set his cider on the table and climbed into his chair.

"Thank you." He said with a grateful smile. "I'm Jack."

[Chantelle Rossette]

Smiling sweetly, "you welcome, T'Jack, my name's Chantelle." She studied the petite doll with kindly eyes, sipping her iced tea through a straw, it was a convenient cover for her mien, though mortals were exceptionally good at glazing over things they saw that didn't make sense. "You made a fine pumpkin today, you cleva cleva wit making dings, I wager."

[Jack Doyle]

"I've had lots of practice." he nodded. "It was fun, for a little while."

[Chantelle Rossette]

Chantelle tilted her bird head to one side, "you don' enjoy it any more? Dat would be a shame." Her feathers rustled softly as she reached for a piece of cookie, placing it carefully in her beak.

[Jack Doyle]

He shook his head. "I meant this morning. The fire wasn't a pleasant experience."

[Chantelle Rossette]

Chantelle murmured in agreement, sipping her tea, “I hope dey save dee books, it wou’ be terr’ble if dey were lost.”

[Jack Doyle]

"It would be tragic." he agreed. "Did you have fun? Before the fire?"