Eye of Staraptor
she/her
25
october 19
camphrier town, kalos
bisexual
pr strategist
ace
THIS REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE A DINNER PARTY
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Selena Desmarais
Eggs. A bag of flour. A herb kit. Condiments. Legumes. And a slice of skiddo shank.
Selena crossed everything on her shopping list but she and Calliope strolled the Lilycove Department Store aisles for a little longer, hoping to find the perfect pair for the goat pie she was itching to make for the "Save the Relicanths" bake sale.
The succulent aroma of the braising shank. The crisp touch of the pie's crust. The budding anticipation as the knife thrusts into the pastry.
Selena knew there was something that could add flavor into the rather complex dish to make it more interesting. The girl finally stopped by the wine racks and decided to inspect a bottle or two, turning to the ralts for a little suggestion.
"I know ours are better, but the Desmarais pinot noires are a lot expensive than these locally-brewed ones."
She admitted not having enough cash to up her baking game, to Calliope's dismay. She might be a Desmarais herself, even a rightful heir of the winery business her parents managed, but she was stripped off her right to the name when she decided to pursue her own passion than her parents'. Now, she could not even buy herself a Desmarais wine.
Having real difficulty of choosing which wine is worth her remaining pokédollars, Selena closed in on the man approaching the wine section to ask a professional opinion—not that she assumes he knows his bourbons from ales.
"Excuse me, sir. I'm having a hard time picking which pinot noire works best on braised skiddo. Can you suggest something?" With both bottle on either hands, the cluelessness on Selena's face was confirmed by the yowling of Calliope.
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