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Even before she knew for certain that it was the first of a month, Snow’s body had started bracing for it. She was wary and tense, preparing to cope with yet more people in the space of the hotel. It seemed that no sooner had she adjusted to whoever had showed up the last time, there was someone new again.

She didn’t want anything to do with the lot of it. That was what those busy women on the welcome committee were for. She didn’t think the committee was a stupid thing, not at all. Focusing on settling new people in kept the lot of them busy and away from her, and that was where she wanted them. They terrified her.

Snow White had only come into the main building to forage for food. The original plan was of course to turn right back around and escape before the expected rush (small or large) of new people to flood in.

But that was of course not what happened. When a universe was a pocket, it had less to focus on and fewer people to fuck with, and so Snow was entirely certain it was fucking with her when she was the one in the lobby when a new face came through the door.

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The cake chick was back!

Dean had noticed that the bakery area had been absent one sweet-faced girl since Valentine's, and he was pretty sure that was his doing. Or, actually, that dumbass spell-whatever's doing. Either way, Dean hadn't gone looking for her - her running away had been upset, not 'chase me!'

But now she was back, and he had no problem whatsoever with wandering up to the bakery case. "Hey. Probably I should tell you I'm Dean. Since we didn't get around to that before."

"Oh!" Dot startled, squeaking out the word as she blushed crimson and resisted the urge to hide behind her flour covered apron. "I.. I'm Dot.."

Her voice wasn't particularly loud, or forceful when she said it but at least she didn't squeak. She knew what Miss Phryne would do in this situation, but she knew she wouldn't ever be able to pull of nonchalance.

"I'm so sorry... for well..." She bit her lip as the words trailed off.

Dot. It fit her old-fashioned cute vibe. Dean approved.

"Don't be. Seriously. There are way worse ways to meet somebody." Most of them, in fact. Because most ways didn't involve a cute girl, cake, and kissing. Hell, the blush was cute, and Dean didn't generally go for the innocent types. "Plus, I think it pretty much happened to everybody."

"My mum would say that it doesn't matter what everyone else was doing. But then I don't think my mum has ever had anything quite so... so..."

She ran out of words and waved a hand to fill in the space. "Unexpected happen. Not even if you count the time my brothers got into the sacramental wine and Father Grogan brought them home tipsy."

Dean had to laugh. "Damn, why didn't I ever think of doin' that?" He already knew, really; it was because Pastor would've told Dad, who had ways of making absolutely sure Dean didn't step out of line again. But it was still funny even so. "Bet they weren't allowed to be altar boys after that, though." Stab in the dark, but it made sense, right? Ah, who cared, the point was trying for a smile.

He got the smile, and a surprised laugh that lit up her face.

"You're right about that, though they did have to say an entire rosary and do extra chores for penance." And they hadn't been allowed to play footie or go watch matches for months.

She self consciously dusted off her apron and met his eyes.

"Can I get you anything?" There was a variety of baked goods. No tiny strawberry cakes today though. Thank goodness, she might dies of mortification if there were.

"Prob'ly." The day Dean passed on baked goods was the day somebody needed to find his bones, salt them, and burn them, because he'd been dead at least a decade. Still.... "I pretty much came over to say hi an' introduce myself. Glad you didn't get scared off."

She blushed again, because she had, a little. For a few days.

"Maybe a bit, not that you're frightening. You seem very nice, and understanding." She gestured at the cake of baked goods. "How about a slice of pie? I have peach and cherry."

If there is any sort of innuendo that could be related to those two flavored, she is unaware of it.

Blushes weren't usually cute, but damn if they weren't exactly that on Dot.

Also, pie. "If I ever say no to pie it's 'cause I'm dead or worse. Cherry, since you've got it." And it was one of his favorites, not that all pie wasn't awesome.

"I like pie too, it's homey." Plus it was pretty easy to make.

She deftly placed a slice of the cherry pie on a plate, it had a crumble top instead of the traditional lattice, she thought it gave the pie a bit of character like that and set it in front of him with a fork.

"Oh! Wait, I almost forgot." She moved to the back counter with a swish of her skirt and from the under counter cooler retrieved a bowl, turning again with a smile she added a dollop of the fresh whipped cream from the bowl to his slice of cake. "Now. That's better."

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