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âWelcome to Me, Myself, and Pie, what can I get for you this morning?â Matilda trilled in a sweet voice almost automatically when she heard the bell above the front door to the bakery ring through the store. She wasnât even facing it currently, deep in the task of slicing up a freshly baked trey of cinnamon swirls. âDo you want to hear about what we have special on the menu today, or are you here for something specific?â Once that was done she could set the sharp bread knife down to turn with a bright smile towards the new customer. Being in the bakery filled her with such joy there was no choice but for it to radiate genuinely through her eyes as well as her smile, more like a beam really. Maybe it was all the sugar in the air that gave her a boost of energy, or maybe it was just Millie, probably though it was a combination of both. @crystalcitystartersâ
Emerson was the furthest thing from a morning person, and she tended to groan at people who were. Squinting as though Matilda radiated light, Emy found herself here purely because of a craving for sugary dough, despite the headache that resulted from too much vodka the night before. âUm...do you have anything with raspberries? I could really go for that right about now,â she answered as she approached the counter, the smell of baked goods almost waking her up enough to be a functioning person. Almost.













