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[attr="class","bisc"]When Anastasia walked in, the bakery was pretty much empty. The lunch rush had just ended, and the staff (aka Scotti) were taking a brief reprieve. Sitting on a stool just out of sight, he was munching his way through a crustless PB sandwich. Fresh bread somehow leveled the thing up a notch.

Ching ching! The doorbell jerked Scotti free from his reverie. Break’s over!

He fumbled with his sandwich for a moment as he slid his phone into a too small jean pocket. Behind the counter, the store’s Dachsbun perked up. Her little muzzle opened in a yawn as she stretched her slinky body wide. Her bed fit perfectly in the space beneath the cake counter.

After almost stumbling over a mop—something Professor Incompetent (aka himself) had forgotten to put back—the Kingsley made his way into the bakery. He opened his mouth to greet Anastasia, but all that came out was: “Woocom to Kwingsley’s Confwessions.” The prim little dog Pokemon at his feet glared up at him with all the warmth of Judge Judy. Whoops. It wasn’t his fault peanut butter was sticky.

Struggling against his snack for a moment more allowed Scotti to swallow it down. He grinned awkwardly. “Sorry.” These words seemed to be directed to his feet instead of Anastasia. “I—uh—welcome--” Nope, he’d already said that.


Brown eyes drifted across the display cases. “Picking’s a pain.” Luckily, his messed up genes kept the smell from getting to him. “You could try flipping a coin?” Like 100 times.

Anastasia Harmon

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