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Pulling a chair out, Gohh would take a seat and lean back into her chair. The light ambience of the cafe wasnt bad! Her left hand would come to rest on her bunny plushes head where she would fuss it, her eyes looking over parts of the cafe. Her eyes would catch the small female trotting ovver to the large coated man with the news paper, she looked quite energetic! She certainly had a smile for the energy she had, but she looked liike she was enjoying herself. But she also looked fairly busy. Her head leaning back a bit as she continued to fuss her bunny plush, her legs gently swinging, her toes brushing the ground. She wasnt a tall girl, but today she had spotted someone smaller than herself.

As she would wait for her order to be taken, her spare hand would reach for the salt shaker on her table. Gohh was a fiddler, and the salt shaker just happened to be the closest object she would find some entertainment in. "Do you wan't a sandwich, or a tart, bunny?" Gohh would mumble quietly to her bunny plush as she idly played with the salt shaker. After a moment of silent fiddling, would shake her head. "No... I have a checkup soon. No big sweet's this time i think." A soft sigh leaving her as she mumbled to herself. She had to go to the dentists soon. Last thing she needed was to get in trouble again. But once that appointment ends? All the sweets would be hers! A soft smile appearing on her face as she thought of all the sweet's she would get once she had her checkup.

After a minute of playing with the shaker would chuckle softly before leaning back into her chair. Turning the shaker over and getting a bit of salt onto her finger. Placing the shaker down and then enjoying the bit of salt on her finger. When it come's to food, gohh isnt fussy. She would eat rock's if it would taste good. Although rock's take a while to digest. Salt reminded her of the rocksalt spit's from the forest before she left. Salt was always nice. Super convenient it comes in a powder now instead of neediong the rock!

Giving it a little thought, she would tilt her head a fraction to the left. "
That's right, we need new needles too. More sock's!" She would chuckle to her bunny plush, making a note to go by the Craft's shop on her way home.

Her mind now turning back to the cafe, she would think what kind of sandwiches they had in. Salt was nice, but a nice big sandwich would do better!
 

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She watched as the Golem practically buzzed, like a little bee, with excitement. When the excitable girl went to serve the other customers, Aliyah turned her attention back to the manager.

"I can not tell you what the party is for, yet, but I do hope to see you there. There is no need to bring wine or anything, just bring yourself and your partner." she said. "I shall have to let you get back to running this fine place, but thank you for taking the time to talk with me. If we find anything while shopping then you will be the first to know."

With that she sipped at her coffee and ate her pastry with a smile. Her first order of business, the dress, had been sorted. But the dust spirit still had further plans to make. As she looked around the café she saw a lot of new faces. She felt her phone buzzing in her handbag. She took the phone out, saw the caller I.D, and swiped across the screen to answer it. Touch screen, whatever will these ingenious humans think of next? This thing was more powerful than the computers her children used to use at schools, which were the size of a room.

"Hello, you've reached Asist Housing and Homes, this is Aliyah speaking," she said in her most polite and professional voice. She disliked taking business calls out of office but sometimes they would get forwarded to her personal phone number.

Aliyah stood up to leave, clutching her handbag with one hand and her phone with the other. She smiled at Doppia as she left the little café.
 
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Gohh would remain sat as she watched the little golem run about, also looking briefly at other customers and wondering what they were up to as she waited, passing the time.

She would notice the taller pretty lady reach into her pocket after consuming some of her breakfast to pull out an odd looking object. Looking at it from where she was sat for a moment, it looked like a phone. It made little buzz noises!

Gohh had heard of little phones, but she hadnt seen one that small before. The only reference of a phone she had wwas the big bulky one attached to her wall back home that she used for calling suppliers and taking work calls.

How they made a phone as bulky as her old wall mounted phone as small as someone's hand was alien to her, why make it smaller? The one in her house was just fine. Giving a little chuckled sigh, she would see the taller pretty lady prod and press at it before hearing her talk into it. Gohh didnt want to pry on people's buissness. But it was imossible not to hear her from this distance. Her ears gently wiggling as they ignored gohh and listened to the sounds. She would shake her head gently to herself as she would try distract herself, but she did stare for a moment at that phone

The tall pretty lady looked busy, gohh wanted to be busy too. "Stupid delivery people... Why are you late..." She would grumble under her breath. She was going to complain a lot to the company that supplies her later. This wait for things she ordered was just unfair. A small pout growing on her face as she thought about it.
 
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Having watched Chary scribble down the order, Tate kept his attention on her as she answered his question, describing the locations for the two grocery stores in town, adding the useful information that Moira was on holiday. Following on with criticising her own ability on providing directions Tate shook his head with chuckle.

'don't apologise, that made perfect sense, thankyou,"
Tate replied as she excused herself, leaving them both to themselves.

Willow had made no efforts to hide the fact that she was staring at just about every person in the place, taking all of their individualities into account as she silently judged them. Perhaps it was the simply the fact that she was a bored and apprehensive teen in a new strange place or the fact that Tate seemed far too happy to be out of the city that she wanted to pick anything and everything that may have seemed 'wrong' to her. Even if there was nothing outrageously untoward, she had her heart set on convincing her uncle to move back to the place she was used to.

"I've not even seen anyone my age in this place, back home I had my own group of mates." She mumbled to Tate who had watched a woman leave, his sight lingering on her behind just a tad longer than usual.

"Hmm?" He murmured in response before finally turning back to her, noticing Willow's mild tempered expression. He leant to the side to nudge her shoulder gently as he let out a disapproving sigh.

"c'mon Willbo, you've got to give this place a go alright, so far its great!"
 

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Alexander strode down the pavement with a confident gait. He was having a quiet discussion with the Field mouse that was hidden inside his jacket. "No, You cannot have a whole tart to yourself. And that's final." The mouse gave a dejected squeak before settling inside his jacket pocket.

Pushing the door to the café open he glanced about, his sweeping gaze taking in the whole place in one long, appraising sweep. The woman leaving, the young, and mildly annoyed mimic, the two newcomers sat at the table, one of whom seemed to be observing others just like him. And to his mild shock the third newcomer who was doodling. A short pause to consider where how he wanted to spend the day, then he turned towards the two newcomers who were observing the room.

Walking over to the two of them he drew up a chair and smiled kindly at them. "Do you mind if I join you? I don't recognize your faces, so you must be new in town?" He asked as he sat. The combination of his suit, warm smile and elderly face made him look a little bit like a wise old grandpa or a family butler. Assuming they wouldn't object to him sitting at their table he held his hand out "I do apologize, I didn't introduce myself, I am Alexander Gladstone. Though most in the town know me as Alex." He inclined his head gently, inviting them to share their names with him as well.


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Sylvia was miffed. Annoyed. Vexed, even. She had been minding her own business, walking around town. When a man had passed her and promptly told her that she could not have a whole tart to herself. Why not? Why would a stranger say that to her as we confidently strolled pass? And what was a tart? At first she thought he had been talking to someone else but Sylvia had not seen someone with him. Perhaps he was using one of those phone thingies that many of the humans used.

She swivelled around to watch him walk away. He entered a shop, one of the ones with lots of seats for shoppers to sit around and eat or drink what they had bought. Maybe they were hiring? Sylvia skipped down the pavement and towards the cafe. A pretty lady with red hair, also on a phone, came out of the doors. Sylvia watched her leave before entering the cafe. Sylvia passed her by without looking back.

It was quite charming, though there were a lot of people. Sylvia was not sure what to do, she had no money to buy anything in this cafe. A cute girl seemed to be serving the customers but was she an employee or did she own the place? Syliva looked around with wide eyes. There! A lady was stood behind the counter. Sylvia carefully approached her. Brushing a lock of black hair from her face.

"Hello," she greeted with a small wave. "Do you own this shop?"

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Gohh would hear the door open, there were even more coming in? This place was popular! If it was going to be this busy, Gohh would have went right to the market. She didnt do well in crowded places. One of Gohh's eye's lazily drifting in the direction of the newcomer. An older gentleman by the looks of it, but he had an almost nostalgic scent to him somehow, one of her eyebrow's raiding a notch. Her other eye still staring at the ceiling. After a moment of staring, her eye would return to staring back at the ceiling. The scent was an odd one. It reminded her of the forest. The older gentleman had other smells, but there was the scent of a forest beneath it all. That was the difficult one pick out. Giving a thoughtful smile, she would shake her head a little. "Now, now, we can't be prying..." Raising her bunny to her gaze, spaking to the plush. Gohh couldnt help her smell and hearing. They we're quite good, even when trying to use her form's nose instead.

Gohh would sit her bunny plush on her head, balancing it before resting her hand on her lap, the other picking up the salt shaker again. She was a fiddler, and the smell of the salt was plesant to her. "
Want any, Bunn-Bunn?" Offering the shaker to the inanimate bunny plush. Holding it there a moment as if waiting for an answer, Gohh would chuckle and shake her head. "Fine, you only ever liked tea anyway." Playing with the salt shaker with her fingers, an idle stare upwards still taking her attention away as she thought about what she needed done today.

After a moment of absent-mindedly playing with the shaker, would place the shaker in her mouth by the lid. The soft little clack's of her teeth playing around the glass and lid of the shaker lightly audible to those with good hearing. For a moment though, she would forget she was in public whilst in her head. The salt did have a nice taste at least. Then the resturant door opened again.

The sound of the door opening to another patron would bring her back out of her head, jumping a little at the sound. "
Anuver onn?" She would say quietly with the shaker still hanging from her mouth, shortly after realising she was eating the shaker. She would let the shaker free of her mouth,. but the top half of the shaker missing and it's content's too. Now only half a glass shaker remaining. The little shock of the door opening to this new person surprising her to bite the shaker. Normal human teeth arn't strong enough to do that. But a mimic's teeth and jaw were plenty good enough. And now she had ruined her salt shaker. Giving a little panic, would hide the shaker behind the pepper shaker on the table quickly. Trying to look unassuming, her eye's looking to the young looking female who walked in. Hopefuly the sound of the door opening had covered the sound of her chewing into the salt shaker. This woman that had entered. She also... smelled like a forest. "Why does everybody now smell like a nature-walk..?" She would ask to the bunny plush on her head. Her eye's still loitering on the young-woman who had just walked in. One thing was for certain, she wasnt going to touch the pepper shaker, the salt-shaker now a sad empty stature besides it. "At least the salt was nice."
 

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Resigned to picking the corners of the menu with her fingernails, Willow ignored her uncle's advice to lighten up, muttering incoherently to herself in frustration of her circumstances. She had missed the fact that Tate was staring at her with a small smile, noting how much she reminded him of his sister when they were younger. The sound of the door opening prompted him to look over his shoulder, spotting an older gentlemen strolling through the door. It struck Tate as odd to see someone dressed in such a refined suit but he figured it was down to being an 'age' type situation. Perhaps the guy was on his way to somewhere that required the necessity to dress more formal or perhaps it was simply that he preferred to dress that way.

Not expecting the man to turn his attention and proceed over to the two of them, Tate hesitated for a moment before regarding the man as he approached their table, pushing his chair out as he stood and nodded, taking the offered hand and giving it a solid handshake.
"Ah no, not at all," he replied as he let go of the man's hand and gestured to an empty chair on the opposite side to himself and beside Willow who was gawking awkwardly.
"Tate, Tate Donovan and this is my smart yet incorrigible niece Willow," he replied, noting that Alexander seemed very open considering they had never met before.

"Hi…" Willow offered with a forced smile before shooting Tate a scowl, folding her arms defiantly in response to her uncle still trying to irritate her on purpose. Mr Gladstone in her opinion appeared to be a fairly average old man from Willow's point of view, though why he had chosen to sit with them out of everyone else seemed a little confusing.

So I take it you've lived here a while then?" Tate enquired as he watched Alex sit down, wondering how much the man knew about Doncaster.
"We've just moved into an old warehouse site on the town outskirts, It's certainly a nice town from the looks of things."
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