[Max reads it through several times with a huge smile on his face. It's so... delightfully formal. It's hard to imagine this note came from the same hands that gave him bruises around his ribs in the dojo. A pirate but with perfect penmanship. And that sign off! Colleague in the field of cookery! Max is so tickled by that.
In a similarly elegant script, Max sends a reply:]
Dear J. Flint,
Thank you so much for your letter. I'm excited to get to work trying that recipe. Any day it might please you, come down to my cafe around three and we can spend some time perfecting it together. No need to call ahead. You're always welcome.
I shall certainly take advantage of your Kind Offer, perhaps this coming Thursday (though I acknowledge you have said you don't need the Warning, it seems Ill-Mannered not to let you know to expect me).
I look forward to the Visit. Please Advise if you require me to bring anything.
Flint will show up at three as agreed. Despite the cold of the day he's in one of his lighter coats, seeming to be unbothered by it. He pauses in the front of the shop, looking around to see if Max is visible or in the back.
He's been looking forward to this meeting since they arranged it. The prospect of doing something productive that may result in edible plum cake is certainly an appealing one and he enjoys Max's company. Besides, Silver always says he should socialize more.
Max is clearly visible through the big glass window that looks all the way in on the kitchen. He's busy wiping down the large marble islands in the center of the room, brushing extra flour and small pieces of chocolate, sprinkles and pastry crumbs into his hand so he can dispose of it. He's wearing his favorite new apron over a simple white buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His blue tie is tucked inside his shirt to keep it out of the way.
When he notices Flint, he quickly brushes his hands over the trash can and then waves for him to come in. He'll come out of the kitchen to meet the man in the cafe area.
"Welcome to French Kiss," he says with a flourish of his hand. "Come on in, let me show you around. This is the dining area, obviously. We had a pretty good crowd. And if you come back here," he leads the way behind the counter back to the kitchen entrance. "Back here is where the fun happens."
The kitchen is nearly as large as the dining area itself. The walls not made completely of glass windows are lined with ovens, and racks for cooling, double wide refrigerators, on and on. The rest is taken up with stovetops, counter spaces laden with industrial sized stand mixers and every other kind of baking and decorating equipment one can imagine, and maybe some things one couldn't imagine without seeing it. It's a baker's paradise. A true slice of heaven for Max.
The kitchen is so modern, a catch-all word Flint has had to begin using for everything from the future for lack of a better one. It's as spacious as any kitchen in a manor house would be, but with amenities they'd never dream of. Those automatic mixing bowls, for instance. He's sure any kitchen maid would die to get their hands on one.
He nods slowly, keen eyes taking it all in. "It's very impressive, Max. You'd be able to keep the entire castle fed with this." He grins. "I can't guess what half of these are for, but you must have all the modern conveniences."
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Re: text
Date: 2021-02-06 02:32 pm (UTC)In a similarly elegant script, Max sends a reply:]
Dear J. Flint,
Thank you so much for your letter. I'm excited to get to work trying that recipe. Any day it might please you, come down to my cafe around three and we can spend some time perfecting it together. No need to call ahead. You're always welcome.
Your excited colleague in the field of cookery,
Max Maximum
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Date: 2021-02-07 11:13 am (UTC)I shall certainly take advantage of your Kind Offer, perhaps this coming Thursday (though I acknowledge you have said you don't need the Warning, it seems Ill-Mannered not to let you know to expect me).
I look forward to the Visit. Please Advise if you require me to bring anything.
Yr servant,
J. Flint
Re: text
Date: 2021-02-08 02:02 am (UTC)Thursday will be fine. I think I'll have everything I need; just bring your appetite.
See you Thursday,
Max Maximum. :)
[The note is signed with a happy face.]
[ooc: did you want to do an inbox thread for their bake date? :3]
thursday!
Date: 2021-02-12 06:07 am (UTC)He's been looking forward to this meeting since they arranged it. The prospect of doing something productive that may result in edible plum cake is certainly an appealing one and he enjoys Max's company. Besides, Silver always says he should socialize more.
"Max? I'm here."
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Date: 2021-02-12 03:31 pm (UTC)When he notices Flint, he quickly brushes his hands over the trash can and then waves for him to come in. He'll come out of the kitchen to meet the man in the cafe area.
"Welcome to French Kiss," he says with a flourish of his hand. "Come on in, let me show you around. This is the dining area, obviously. We had a pretty good crowd. And if you come back here," he leads the way behind the counter back to the kitchen entrance. "Back here is where the fun happens."
The kitchen is nearly as large as the dining area itself. The walls not made completely of glass windows are lined with ovens, and racks for cooling, double wide refrigerators, on and on. The rest is taken up with stovetops, counter spaces laden with industrial sized stand mixers and every other kind of baking and decorating equipment one can imagine, and maybe some things one couldn't imagine without seeing it. It's a baker's paradise. A true slice of heaven for Max.
"What do you think?"
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Date: 2021-02-12 04:03 pm (UTC)He nods slowly, keen eyes taking it all in. "It's very impressive, Max. You'd be able to keep the entire castle fed with this." He grins. "I can't guess what half of these are for, but you must have all the modern conveniences."
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Date: 2021-02-17 02:09 am (UTC)"I can show you a few of them today, if you want," Max offers gesturing to the appliances. "I'm sure it won't take you long to master them."