Sweets for the Sweet (LOL alert!)

[maydayqueen]

The May Queen is back in the forum. It's safe to assume she left at some point; Frea's wearing a new (but still floral) dress and today's flower crown is made of evening primroses and bleeding hearts. She's also got a bright smile and a plate of cookies, both of which are offered to any interested passers-by from her perch atop a low stone wall. If she ever had shoes, she either hasn't found them or isn't on speaking terms with them; her bare feet swing and tap a rhythm against the stones while she waits for someone to talk to.

"Anyone want a cookie?"

((Beware! The cookies are LOLed. Different cookies will give your character a day or two of various motherly instincts and/or symptoms.
--Peanut butter cup-stuffed chocolate cookies mean your character experiences a phantom pregnancy. Give them any or all of the worst and most cliched symptoms. Bloating, aches and pains, hormonal shifts, morning sickness, cravings, whatever you want to inflict on your poor characters who probably totally deserve it.
--Chocolate chip cookies will turn your character into a Mother hen. Which may be useful, given what's going on around them; it may at the same time be incredibly annoying.
--Sugar cookies with the super sparkly sugar tops make your character a Fairy Godmother. Whether or not they can do minor magic to help fulfill the wishes of the worthy is up to you, but either way, they're going to feel compelled to help make happy endings come true.
--Oatmeal raisin cookies will help your characters remember their connections to the earth and make them total Earth Mothers. Be one with nature! Talk to the animals! Just remember, mostly they talk about food and sex; it's not as fun as Disney makes it seem.))

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[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

There is something about young hearts and free spirits which draws the well-dressed Nexus regular like a lodestone (although that might not be the best example, all things considered). So it is that the exuberant young lady's return, marked with freshly-baked treats, catches his eye. With a polite tip of his hat, he asks, "what do we have on offer today, miss...?"

[maydayqueen]

Ah, the infamous Schön! Frea has a smile for him as readily as for anyone else. His sartorial choices don't speak immediately to his being something of a kindred spirit, but there's something in his eyes that she likes.

"Chocolate with peanut butter cups inside, chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal raisin, and Frea." It's the order he asked for the information in, and she has no desire to not be a little bit mischievous.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"Dear me," he counters slyly, "the ways that could be taken. Delighted to meet you, Miss Frea, please feel free to call me Schön." Looking the cookies over thoughtfully, he adds, "do you have a favorite?"

[maydayqueen]

Getting caught out makes her laugh. It's almost like she maybe meant it that way a little bit, but she couldn't possibly. "Thank you, Schön! You don't have to call me 'miss'. I like all the cookies, but I can't possibly eat them all myself."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

He flashes a grin. "Frea it is." His fingers hover thoughtfully for a moment, before he takes up a sparkly-topped sugar cookie. "One of these, I think. What in unskilled hands seems ordinary is oft elevated by excellence to the level of the sublime. Thus, we may know the caliber of an artist, not by their rare great works, but by their everyday efforts." Raising the cookie as if in a toast, he takes a bite.

[maydayqueen]

Frea watches him carefully, and when he goes to take a bite she's giggling. Only because he's being overly poetic about cookies. Surely. That must be it. It's not that she's a bad baker; she's not great, but everything's perfectly good, and there's a tingle of an unexpected something that gets in the back of the throat...

"Oh, I think you'll find it pretty surprising," she admits as he's enjoying that first taste.

[quiet_librarian]

The smell of cookies is very attractive, especially to the young woman who is dressed in a Victorian style. Dru heads over to where Frea is standing, and looks over the selection of cookies with slight interest.

"Did you bake these yourself?"

[maydayqueen]

"I did! Want one?" Dru's outfit gets a nakedly curious look from Frea, but then she smiles. Her own preference is for loose and flowing garments, but there's no reason she can't appreciate other fashions on other people. "Your dress is pretty."

[quiet_librarian]

"Thank you, I sewed it myself."

Dru looked over the selection of the cookies, before selecting an oatmeal raisin cookie.

[maydayqueen]

"Wow, you're really talented. I bet it took a long time."

Frea's absolutely not holding in a giggle now that Dru's taken a cookie. That would be absurd. "I hope you enjoy it."

[quiet_librarian]

The not-so-held-back giggle might go unnoticed by most people, but Dru gets a sensation that something is amiss from her low level telepathic abilities.

So she pauses, before consuming the cookie.

"Are you certain nothing will go wrong?"

[fightlikehell]

Nexus has ever been a friendly place. And after some bird feeding and a little talk, he has reason enough to believe that the sweet young lady is friendly. This time her oh so pleasant aroma is supplemented by baked goods. He taps his way along and pauses.

"Hello again." Because why even pretend that he could guess. And the question in that voice is it's own greeting.

"Wow. Don't mind if i do. Did you make these?"

[maydayqueen]

Alas, poor Matthew, you're going to have so many things to explain to your girlfriend.

Frea greets Matthew with a smile and an enthusiastic tone. The handsome lawyer is always welcome company for her, although there's a niggling doubt in the back of her mind that she might not always be so welcome around him...

But what's done is done, and a little mischief never hurt anyone. "Hello again! I did, yeah. I wanted to give it a try and got a little carried away. I hope you like it."

[fightlikehell]

Oh so very many things he will explain indeed and in great detail. Wasn't Nexus supposed to be a benevolent place?

"Since you asked I couldn't say no." And because that peanut butter and chocolate combination is really wrapping itself around his mind. Matt takes a cookie for himself. At first touch he is already smiling.

"Perhaps you'll gain a sweetheart too."

[maydayqueen]

Screw that, you've got to explain to Verity why you're eating another woman's cookies. And not even in some kind of pervy innuendo way.

And what a cookie to choose.

"Aw, I can't say I'd mind, but I thought my heart was sweet enough already..." She doesn't mean to flirt with him she just can't always help it. He's cute and she's her.

[fightlikehell]

He had cookies Karen made. They were awful. And really, the circumstances are also what he must explain. Really this will end up being a lesson that teaches itself.

"You know what I mean. You love a good love story so...."

First bite and he grins. Flour, eggs, milk, chocolate, peanut buttery goodness and... What is that? Matt chews carefully. That's something he can't place but something that he can almost taste. Almost.

[oathstokeep]

Brienne feels like a great oaf towering well above the May Queen on her perch. She looks like spring and everything that would be in a song. A true maiden fair.

"I'll partake. Thank you." Though she can't decide which. Her fingers hover over the oatmeal--they look familiar and then settle on the chocolate chip. She's hungry enough to consume several but manners beg that she take only one because she was offered only one.

"Is it your name day or a festival?" Brienne takes a bite. The Gods help us all.

I feel so bad LOLing Brienne. :/

[maydayqueen]

Brienne may feel like a towering oaf, but Frea sees things very differently. To her eyes, Brienne is a valkyrie, as tall and strong as her convictions and not afraid to bleed for them. Everything that would be in a great rousing Viking saga. A true hero.

Frea notes that Brienne looks hungry, but there is such a thing as too much mischief. Hmm. "You're welcome. It's neither, I just felt like doing it. And it's been such a long time since I had the chance, so, I thought I'd better do it while I can."

u_u she'll feel better knowing she isn't alone?

[oathstokeep]

Ah, she is not so capable of seeing herself through other people. It's a skill that must be learned. Until that time she is ever willing to let her deeds speak for her. She wasn't gifted with speech as gentle as her heart.

It is a very sweet pastry, crumbling in her mouth thankfully armor does not hold crumbs well. "That is kind of you... though might I ask why you were not given a chance?"

Frea wants to make it up to her somehow already.

[maydayqueen]

No mortal can possess infinite skill in all things, and very few gods can dare to boast in such ways. To learn to see her own virtue would be good for Brienne. A season well spent.

The question seems to trouble Frea, briefly, and she tries to hide it by brushing a few crumbs off Brienne's armor. "There were other things I had to do. But now it's my season and all is as it should be."

the dude that called her ugly, large and mannish is now her bff so...

[oathstokeep]

A season of rest, a season of spring. The North is so very, very cold. The Stark words have come true in Westeros. She at least has made herself see that it is not selfish to take some refuge in Nexus. While no true knight, she must be strong and ready.

Meaning that it's fine to eat cookies that strangers give you.

Brienne softly clears her throat there's...an unexpected tickle. "Is spring long here?" Oh that's a persistent sensation the cookie is the remedy uh right?

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

A thin man in a fine suit, its darker portions glittering as he moves, sidles up beside Brienne and lifts his hat in cordial greeting. "Good morning, lady," he offers genially. "How are we, today?"

[oathstokeep]

He is a very spinderly, elegant gentleman. The clothes here are like none she has ever seen. And even the ones he wears now surpass what she has seen. Brienne's blue eyes widen, she was not expecting to gain attention at least direction.

"Seven Blessings," as a polite southern lady of the Stormlands would say even in armor. "...I'm well thank you. Yourself?"

Even as a peculiar feeling has begun to settle over her. The cookie is nearly done and she doesn't speak with her mouth full.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"Quite well, thank you," he replies, "and may your own blessings be sevenfold at the least. Have you been long in the Nexus?"

[oathstokeep]

"A day and a night, ser. Beautiful place. Strange too."

He must be of some highborn family she decides.