The (Almost) Daily Vignette
Feb. 8th, 2005 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalak"So what should I do?"
Contessa smiled in a motherly way, kind without pity. It went quite well with her colorful hand knit sweater. "No advice for you on keeping Lars out. I don't dispense wisdom, just expensive coffee. Your cappuccino sir," she said handing over a nicely frothy drink in a plain white cup.
"What all small town coffee shop owners don't dispense wisdom with coffee and scrambled eggs? I feel so cheated," Dave said with mock outrage. "Is there nothing of my unparalleled knowledge of television that is true?"
"I could live up to part of that stereotype and give you a lap full of coffee when I get backtalk."
"I retreat!" Still grinning Dave took his cup back to read more of the paper. Outside the windows a few flakes of snow started to dust down upon Ithill's main street.
Lars was messing with his Einstein styled sandy hair as he recalled something Harry Winston had said about the French. The snow had made a connection in the cat's cradle that is his memory. "Hey Dave, want to go hot tubing?"
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Contessa smiled in a motherly way, kind without pity. It went quite well with her colorful hand knit sweater. "No advice for you on keeping Lars out. I don't dispense wisdom, just expensive coffee. Your cappuccino sir," she said handing over a nicely frothy drink in a plain white cup.
"What all small town coffee shop owners don't dispense wisdom with coffee and scrambled eggs? I feel so cheated," Dave said with mock outrage. "Is there nothing of my unparalleled knowledge of television that is true?"
"I could live up to part of that stereotype and give you a lap full of coffee when I get backtalk."
"I retreat!" Still grinning Dave took his cup back to read more of the paper. Outside the windows a few flakes of snow started to dust down upon Ithill's main street.
Lars was messing with his Einstein styled sandy hair as he recalled something Harry Winston had said about the French. The snow had made a connection in the cat's cradle that is his memory. "Hey Dave, want to go hot tubing?"
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