Hey Friday, Chip! I was tinkin', dere was a delivery Pippins at my apatment recently 'n it seems she's runnin' some kinda pastry place out west, 'n I wanted ta invite youse along! No rush, no pressure, just a fun lil adventure togetha! Let me know if youse'd be interested!
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
*[Chip's head whips toward the apartment door, hope rising in his chest. He'd asked Friday to come over, hoping that he'd find an oppurtunity to extend the invitation Button had offered. His heart lept to his throat as he called out.]
Coming!
*[Chip practically skipped to the door, humming an upbeat little tune as he went. Opening the door with a flourish, he gave an exaggerated bow.]
Gooooood morning, Friday! How are you doing on this splendid, absolutely perfect day?
*[Friday's shadow rippled with a tinkling of bar chimes, an amused laugh at Chip's theatrical antics. He steps inside the apartment, his hat tipped down as he smiles at the little pippins. His music changes to a light, rising piano scale.]
(What's got you so excited today, Chip?)
*[Chip's grin widens as he closes the door behind Friday, practically vibrating with excitement as the two walk to the living room, Friday's shadows cutting a dark shape against the bright living space.]
Oh, you wouldn't beleive the news I have! The best news! The most incredible, stupendous, life-changing news!
Well, maybe not life-changing, but definitely afternoon-changing!
*[Friday's shoulders shake with an affectionate plucking of violin strings.]
(Chip, remember to breathe.)
*[Chip spins around to face Friday fully, his poncho swaying. He can't hold his excitement in much longer.]
Button! They invited us to an absolutely amazing pastry place out past the Purple Cliffs! A whole city dedicated to sweets! Just think of all the DVDonuts we could eat!
*[Chip flings open the hall closet, rummaging through it excitedly.]
*[Friday's ears perked up under his hat. Pastries were a weakness of his, so to be invited to a bakery was a dream come true. He gave an excited saxophone riff, already thinking of all the sweet, doughy delights waiting for them.]
(A pastry place? Do they have...)
*[Chip interrupts Friday, reappearing from the hall closet with his apartment keys in hand and a small satchel over his shoulder.]
Burnt-In Basque Cheesecake? Of course they do! I know that sweet tooth of yours is practically singing right now!
*[Friday practically melts at the thought, fighting the urge to purr in anticipation. Chip giggles.]
C'mon, big guy! Adventure awaits!
*[Friday is jolted out of his reverie, hastily following Chip out of the apartment with a smile.]
*[There wasn't a better way he could think of to spend the afternoon.]
