She's actually doesn't have a problem with a gift being a gift - she actually wants to bring it up - gifts, that is, because she called the hospital after the mess two nights ago, and her bill really is paid in full. All of it, even including the things from the cruise.
She thinks she knows who it was.
She thinks she knows, but she can't really ask, exactly, although she might someday. All she knows is when she's tried to pay him rent, he said no, and he's got enough that he's backing the bakery with an investment and he's got enough to do that, that it's not a problem.
Instead, he says he's got the time, and she doesn't waste her time because she's so excited. Because it's hers. It's hers, and he's here, and he's one of the reasons this whole thing is possible. She knows that without him, she'd still be in the boarding house, she'd still be alone and probably working at the Seaside insane hours trying to keep her head above water, but now? She's opening her own bakery.
Everyone - every single one of her friends - is a gift, that she's been able to get this far. "C'mon, follow me. Watch out for the boards, and- sorry, the floor's got to be patched right there. It's a little bit of a... project." That was an understatement, but already the store's looking more alive than it had when it was all closed up. The dust rained through the sun streaming in through the windows, and Raleigh leads him into the back. There's a kitchen - bigger than the one in his house, although not so big that it's overwhelming.
There's hookups for a Hobart washer, and a few errant cooling racks that'd gotten left behind by the last tenants, and the massive door to the walk-in on one side. "So I'm thinking that the ovens can go over here - a bunch of them, there's natural gas hookups already, and I think they had the mixers here, but I'm not sure if I like that - I'm sort of thinking that it'd make it a pain in the ass to get the ingredients in, but I'll figure it out. I'm going to see if we can put in another couple of windows back here - I don't know yet which walls are load-bearing, but the back gets morning sun, and it'll be great not to roast from the ovens." She's practically glowing as she's nattering about the plans she's already put together, even though it's only been a day.
"I never really got the cupcake fad," she says over her shoulder. "The whole thing was about the frosting, and like. I can make frosting. I can make amazing frosting, but 95% of the time, the stuff they're making isn't even whipped cream frosting, and half the time it's not buttercream. It's just oil and sugar, and it tastes like plastic. It's so gross."
She's a snob, and she doesn't even realise it. "Although, the whole filling-cupcakes-with-stuff thing? I'm all for that. I've seen a bunch that have ice cream in them."
She pauses, and just sort of turns around, her brows furrowing. "Can I ask you something that's got nothing to do with the bakery, or anything like that?"
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She thinks she knows who it was.
She thinks she knows, but she can't really ask, exactly, although she might someday. All she knows is when she's tried to pay him rent, he said no, and he's got enough that he's backing the bakery with an investment and he's got enough to do that, that it's not a problem.
Instead, he says he's got the time, and she doesn't waste her time because she's so excited. Because it's hers. It's hers, and he's here, and he's one of the reasons this whole thing is possible. She knows that without him, she'd still be in the boarding house, she'd still be alone and probably working at the Seaside insane hours trying to keep her head above water, but now? She's opening her own bakery.
Everyone - every single one of her friends - is a gift, that she's been able to get this far. "C'mon, follow me. Watch out for the boards, and- sorry, the floor's got to be patched right there. It's a little bit of a... project." That was an understatement, but already the store's looking more alive than it had when it was all closed up. The dust rained through the sun streaming in through the windows, and Raleigh leads him into the back. There's a kitchen - bigger than the one in his house, although not so big that it's overwhelming.
There's hookups for a Hobart washer, and a few errant cooling racks that'd gotten left behind by the last tenants, and the massive door to the walk-in on one side. "So I'm thinking that the ovens can go over here - a bunch of them, there's natural gas hookups already, and I think they had the mixers here, but I'm not sure if I like that - I'm sort of thinking that it'd make it a pain in the ass to get the ingredients in, but I'll figure it out. I'm going to see if we can put in another couple of windows back here - I don't know yet which walls are load-bearing, but the back gets morning sun, and it'll be great not to roast from the ovens." She's practically glowing as she's nattering about the plans she's already put together, even though it's only been a day.
"I never really got the cupcake fad," she says over her shoulder. "The whole thing was about the frosting, and like. I can make frosting. I can make amazing frosting, but 95% of the time, the stuff they're making isn't even whipped cream frosting, and half the time it's not buttercream. It's just oil and sugar, and it tastes like plastic. It's so gross."
She's a snob, and she doesn't even realise it. "Although, the whole filling-cupcakes-with-stuff thing? I'm all for that. I've seen a bunch that have ice cream in them."
She pauses, and just sort of turns around, her brows furrowing. "Can I ask you something that's got nothing to do with the bakery, or anything like that?"