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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 21, 2011 23:36:02 GMT -8
Ricky offered her a cheeky grin, "Philip Hunt says he's downstairs cause it's lunchtime or somethin' like that. He's outside th' back door."
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Post by sybbil on Sept 26, 2011 1:36:25 GMT -8
Maggie blinked, startled and slightly confused by what the young kit had said. Her voiced started as a squeak and she coughed, starting again. "W-what? Mr. Hunt? Downstairs? Good grief! Did he say what he wanted? Oh, but you said already, didn't you? Lunch?" She was walking now, stripping off her apron and cap, automatically heading towards the stairs.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 26, 2011 8:54:08 GMT -8
"Yeah, somethin' like that." Ricky stepped out of her way, "Now if'n y' don't mind I gotta get a move on." He touched the brim of his cap to her and then scampered up the next several flights of stairs to get to Coricopat's office.
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Post by sybbil on Oct 1, 2011 22:03:23 GMT -8
She called her thanks after the young kit, though she wasn't quite sure if he heard her. Scampering down the stairs in a rather indecent pace, she skidded to a halt at the bottom step and took in a deep breath to calm herself. Striding purposefully towards the back door, she opened gently. "Hello? Mr. Hunt?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 1, 2011 22:18:13 GMT -8
Waiting patiently for her to the side, he offered her a large grin as he came over. "Maggie!"
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Post by sybbil on Oct 3, 2011 21:15:22 GMT -8
She smiled brightly in response as she leaned against the building. "And what can I do for you on such a fine day?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 3, 2011 21:22:16 GMT -8
"Well, I hear it is your break," he said, doffing his hat to her before putting it back on. "Perhaps lunch?"
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Post by sybbil on Oct 4, 2011 16:24:22 GMT -8
"I would be delighted, Mr. Hunt!" Her grin became cheeky as she stepped towards him. "Where to, my gallant knight?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 4, 2011 17:25:54 GMT -8
"Well, I hear there are some nice cafes around Main Street," he declared, holding his arm out for her.
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Post by sybbil on Oct 4, 2011 22:11:29 GMT -8
"Then, by all means, lead on! I'm famished!" Taking his arm, she gestured to the street with her free paw.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 5, 2011 15:12:41 GMT -8
That got a laugh out of him. "Really? I thought you wouldn't be, working in a kitchen and everything," he teased. "Don't you taste the food and stuff?"
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Post by sybbil on Oct 5, 2011 23:51:04 GMT -8
She quirked one eyebrow, grinning wickedly at him. "How do you think Ox got that way? Besides, the cafes will have different food than what we've been cooking in the kitchen."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 6, 2011 16:17:24 GMT -8
"Ah, point," he grinned, tilting his head to view her better as they strolled along the street. "I suppose all that high class food must be tiring after a while," he drawled.
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Post by sybbil on Oct 8, 2011 19:10:17 GMT -8
"It certainly has its perks, but what I wouldn't give for some good fried chicken!" She sighed gustily. "What would you suggest?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 8, 2011 21:14:41 GMT -8
"Suggest?" Philip asked with a laugh. "Fried chicken wise or what I want to eat right now wise?"
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