[Seasonal Event] Good Gourd

Amalia i'll light a fire in your new shoes The duo make a classic pair, one slight and fair, the other dark and broad- and the girl, golden, observing quietly, anxious and interested, mind full of plans. For a moment Amalia watches them recover from the onslaught, concerned they may reject her proposal, or find it in poor taste. Luckily the men seem to be on board: Rory lunges valiantly for a squash while Deimos snatches another up. A pleased smile flickers over Amalia's face. Reaching down, she scoops up a segment of her own victimized pumpkin, the seeds glistening tantalizing, and turns to lead the way inside, absently picking seeds out of the gourd. The pumpkins themselves will take some time to cook, but seeds roast up quickly, and the oven is already hot. "Open them up and pull out the seeds," Amalia instructs, glancing up quickly to make sure her instructions are met. "That should get them to stop fighting. Those ones will take a while to cook, but these should be done soon." The girl swings around the counter and reaches down to pull out a bowl of dough earlier prepared, deftly pulling out segments and shaping orange triangles. She pushes them carefully into the oven, garnishing each with three pumpkin seeds, and stands back, wiping her brown before turning once more to face the men. "Make yourselves comfortable." Not the easiest thing to do.The bakery, while significantly less dilapidated than earlier in the season, is still far from its bustling beauty of earlier years, but seeing people within it fills Amalia with pride. Her bronze skin glows in the fire and sunlight that dances through the warm space, decorated now with flowers and aromatic herbs. "I can make you some tea," she offers, then adds quickly, "But all we have right now is black." image by tambako @ flickr.com