This is not a shop.

Most people would probably feel scammed in her place. Actually, even Margaret had a feeling something was wrong with her living arrangements. Then again, she didn't especially care. Sure, the guy who'd rented it out to her had told her all sort of stuff about how it was still not quite there, but would eventually become a very cosy urban loft, and how it was very fashionable lately for young women like her to live in what previously was a shop turned into a nice flat. In the meantime, it still very much looked like a shop, to the point she had to go in through what used to be the shop's front door.

The previous owner had, of course, made a few changes to the overall layout, but the facts remained; her bedroom suspiciously looked like a stockroom, her kitchen was very much the one that had been used to make whatever kind of food they'd sold there (which meant it was well furnished, and suited her perfectly well), and her living room was exposed for everyone to see through the shop window- mess included. Though she'd recently managed to motivate herself into cleaning it, so it wasn't too bad this time.

In the meantime, it was very cheap, right on the street level so she didn't have to climb stairs, she didn't really care much about the decoration, and she had the kind of kitchen she needed to do the one thing she liked in life, so it suited her perfectly.

Right now wasn't the right time to get lost in thoughts about her peculiar living conditions though. No, right now was around the right time to start concentrating a little on the pan that held delicious pancakes in the making. The pan was, of course, the exact right temperature to keep the pancakes a nice golden colour, without them being undercooked. She was looking forward to eating them in a few minutes; sure, her fridge was already full of delicious cooked goods, but then she had a bad tendency to just want to make more anyway. She rarely ate her own leftovers- why do that when she could have some fun making more, new exciting things to taste?

However that concentration wasn't meant to last it seemed, as she felt like something was off. She never bothered removing the chime the shop owner had installed however long ago before she moved in. And she was fairly sure she'd just heard it; that was odd though, she didn't expect any visit. Did she forget to close the door again? Was it windy outside or something, for the door to open all by itself? Or was that some odd magical stuff- those things had a bad tendency to happen all over the islands. Or it was her imagination.

In any cases- she couldn't be bothered to go check, not when she had much more interesting pancakes to tend to.

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Okay so it hadn't been her imagination, though she kind of wished it had been. Someone was trespassing. Not that it really was a big problem, the someone in question was apparently just mistaken as to the nature of the building, from what they were saying.

Margaret took the time to remove her now perfectly cooked pancake off her pan before very reluctantly putting it down and turning around to face whatever this was. It looked human. They looked human. Better call them they than it, though she hadn't spoken and all, it was best to be a bit careful. Offending people was always more trouble than it was worth. The way whoever that was spoke was a little off, but it wasn't her problem. She understood what was being said, that was more than enough.

Now came the more complicated problem of finding what to say. She could ask them to go away, she'd be in her right to do so, but she really didn't care much about them being here either. Now that she had company, she figured she could put up with it. Still it might be good to explain this was her place and not…well, a shop.

“It's not a shop, it's my… house.”

It wasn't really a house but then she felt like saying 'my very fashionable urban loft' was pretty dumb. Now that this was out of the way though, she stared a little at the intruder, then back toward the small pile of fluffy, delicious pancakes she'd just made. There were way more than she could eat there already, and she still had some batter left. Might as well make the best out of this situation.

“Those are pancakes. Since I don't intend on selling it, do you want some for free? I'll probably throw the leftovers out otherwise...”

The young woman didn't look bothered whatsoever with the situation, her face just as blank as usual. It was probably kind of weird for her to stay so calm when someone just barged in her private living quarters like that but then again… Well, whatever had just happened just happened, might just as well go with it.

Heh, at least the home intruder had the decency to look somewhat ashamed. Still, it was kind of her own fault- she didn't live in the most conventional of places and forgot to lock the door, so while most people would have just walked back out after noticing, she couldn't blame the one in front of her from trying to ask. Vinanye apparently. What a strange name. Kind of foreign sounding- but then again Margaret herself was foreign when it came to the island, so she wasn't one to talk. Or think in this case, but whatever that was just an odd expression.

“Ah, it was kind of my fault, should have locked the door or something.”

The young woman didn't stop staring at Vinanye, still a bit surprised though not bothered, wondering if she'd take up the offer. Wasting food was not a very good thing to do, and she always ended up making a bit too much or trying new recipes and discarding leftovers, so this was a golden opportunity to be less wasteful. And have someone give her feedback too. Cooking was one of the very few things she really cared for, one of the few things that made her strive to get better.

The expression her new guest wore was kind of funny. Then again it was justified, she had a feeling most people wouldn't just invite random strangers who stumbled into their house over for a snack. Ah well whatever, what was done was done.

“Well yeah, I offered and all… Vinanye right? Just...Find a place to sit if you want. I'll get the maple syrup and jam and… whatever else you can put on pancakes I guess.”

That said she vaguely gestured toward a small table in a corner of her kitchen, complete with two unmatched chairs- she had gotten them at a thrift shop and didn't really care if they didn't form a set, as long as they'd been cheap.

“I'm Margaret, by the way.”

Not that it mattered much but since her guest had introduced herself… It was only fair. She made her way to her fridge to get an assortment of spreads and syrups to add to the pancakes, figuring it'd be simpler to spread it out on the table and let Vinanye pick whatever they wanted. It didn't take long for her to set the table, complete with the nice pile of warm pancakes she'd just made.

“I'll just finish this batch and join you. Tell me what you think when you're done eating them?”

Now to go back to making more. She turned her back on the other again, looking at the pan- the temperature had dropped a little, but not enough for her to not be able to get it back up to what she wanted. Back to her pancakes making then.

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It was always a very pleasant thing to see people dig in food she'd prepared with enthusiasm. Seeing her new guest take such obvious pleasure in her food was definitely the biggest compliment she'd ever gotten, in a way. Her dishes were one of the few things that made her chest swell up in pride, which was always a welcomed feeling.

She didn't take too long to add a few more pancakes to the ones she'd already made. Seating herself on the free chair, she are in a much less messy way as she kept on observing Vinanye. At least she'd have no leftovers at this rate, which was a pretty good news.

It'd be a bit troublesome to clean up after her though, she really got jam everywhere, kind of like a five years old child. If not worse. In the meantime she got an actual compliment on top of the overall nice attitude over the pancakes, and she probably should answer that.

“Thanks. If you like sweet things I have a lot in my fridge I probably won't eat, feel free to take a look in there and bring some home with you.”

She looked like she had a good appetite and hadn't been fed in months with the way she gobbled all those pancakes down, it was kind of impressive really. At the mention of a mess, she gestured vaguely toward the door to her bathroom- the one part of her place that had really been renovated, so it actually had a shower on top of the sink and toilet stall. That had stayed the same as when they served customers, there really was just a random shower added in a corner to be fair.

“If you want to wash yourself up some, the bathroom is here. There's a pile of towels on the sink, just grab one.”

She now contemplated cleaning up the table. On one hand, it probably would be best to do it now rather than later. On the other, she really didn't feel like doing the dishes. With a small sigh she stood up, painfully gathering all the items on the table to clean it up anyway. She kind of wished she had some power that'd allow her to just snap her fingers and have everything done for her. Or she could hire a maid who could clean up for her, she had the money for it technically. If only she could find the motivation to look for one. {/td}
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Ah well it was a shame. She'd probably end up throwing it all away. She just hoped it wouldn't attract raccoons or anything of the like; were there even raccoons on the island? Or bears or any other sort of big nuisance that'd go digging in her trash if she didn't eat her fridge's content? Well whatever, it wasn't a problem right now. She'd deal with it if anything happened, for now nothing had so there was nothing to worry about. When the other reassured it wouldn't take her long, she simply shrugged.

“Take your time.”

And now there was a bit of a mess all over, that was kind of annoying but well. Another sigh later and she was cleaning up behind her guest, better do it now than later when it attracted ants or dried and needed more work to get rid of.

It didn't take long for it to be done, just in time for Vinanye's return. Holding a rock. Wait that looked like a precious rock. She didn't really have a need for rocks in general, but if she could be bothered to find someone to buy it, she could maybe make a bit of money. If she could be bothered. She probably wouldn't ever.

“Ah, that's nice but you don't have to, you sort of helped by eating everything so… I mean if you absolutely want me to take it I will, but it's really not necessary.”

With how much she cared about her stuff, it'd probably end up lost somewhere in the following weeks. Was she giving her a gift because she was about to leave? She did come in in an odd way, so she had no ideas of when she'd leave really.

“If you're about to go, I don't mind, but feel free to come by again, I guess.”

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