once upon a time.

     "Blitz? What an interesting name. I'm Lillian."

     "Shouldn't friends at least know each others names?"

"…Can ya’s get two cakes?" Fuck that. Eleven. Eleven cakes and you would be this girl’s personal bitch for the rest of your life.

     "I could get three if you like!" But that's the final straw. Her wallet is going to be bone dry after this. It'll be worth it though.

"—Ya’s got some food on ya, doll?"

     "Not on my person, no. But I can definitely buy some! Does cake sound good?"

"I just wanna kiss and eat food."

     "The eating food bit sounds like a rather fun idea."

                            Time to take a deep breath and… “Raaaawrr!”

     "Oh no! The big, bad monster is going to eat me! What ever shall I do?!"

                                          “—The fuck do you want?”

     She didn't dare remove her gaze from the ground, her hands desperately clutching at the baskets handle. "I-I was e-exploring, sir... I-I wasn't aware that t-this is private property..."

         ”If that’s something you’d pay me for,          then yeah it counts as a job.” He’d           honestly do anything for a job…Well,          mostly anything, he has his stopping          point.           

     "Guess you're going to have to tag along the next time I go shopping!" His pay isn't going to be anything too awfully grand, but Lillian will make sure he gets paid for what works for.

         ”Excuse me, but if you need anyone to do          any chores or jobs done for you at a           reasonable price, then I’m your guy.” That’s          his version of a resume and he really hopes          that the person accepts his offer. The rent          isn’t going to pay itself.

     "Chores?" Like household chores? Would he clean her room if she paid him? Wash the dishes and vacuum the floor? Not  like any of that would be necessary, though. Lillian makes sure her house is spotless twenty four seven. "Would helping me reach the high shelves at the supermarket count as a job?"

                                     ”Well, if you add enough decorations on one, it can be.                                                       Do you have a specific flavor you need?”

     "Flavour? Oh goodness me, I didn't think to ask!" Apparently Lillian had decided to be one of those costumers today. Someone who walks up to the counter without actually knowing what they want, and takes a bloody long time figuring it out. Glossed lips turned down in a small frown, eyebrows knotting together as she thought. "How about a chocolate cake with... green fondant and... little soccer balls everywhere? Is it possible to get the lines of the field put on it white too?"