[Her shop is more like her kitchen, though it is decorated nicely and set up efficiently.
There she is, wearing an apron and... how fast is she puttering around that kitchen anyway? Her hands are a blur one moment, preparing a whipped cream by hand, only to set it down in half the time an electric beater would have it.
His pies are in cute, little bakery boxes on the counter.]
Oh! [His arrival takes her by surprise.] Hello. Mr. Abel?
[She has a portable tea cup out, with 13 sugars inside, but not the tea quite yet. Grainne moves to pour freshly steeped tea from a teapot covered in a knitted cozy to look like a giant cupcake, and a little of cream from a matching jug.]
Here you are. A cottage pie, blueberry pie, and spice berry tea with sugar and cream.
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There she is, wearing an apron and... how fast is she puttering around that kitchen anyway? Her hands are a blur one moment, preparing a whipped cream by hand, only to set it down in half the time an electric beater would have it.
His pies are in cute, little bakery boxes on the counter.]
Oh! [His arrival takes her by surprise.] Hello. Mr. Abel?
[She has a portable tea cup out, with 13 sugars inside, but not the tea quite yet. Grainne moves to pour freshly steeped tea from a teapot covered in a knitted cozy to look like a giant cupcake, and a little of cream from a matching jug.]
Here you are. A cottage pie, blueberry pie, and spice berry tea with sugar and cream.