This choice: It's a plate of samples from the bakery next door—Cutie Pie's • Go Back... "The bakery next door lets me have free samples every now and then; you wanna try some?"
Despite what Dani liked to think that some people thought about her because of her weight, she wasn't much of "sweets" person. Sure, she was three biscuits past fat on an empty stomach, but that didn't mean that Keeley had any right to assume that the fat goth chick would be down for an impromptu cupcake.
And if those brownies didn't look so good, Dani might have told her as much. But by the time she was half a brownie in, Dani had to admit that the samples were pretty good.
"Damn."
"Right?" Keeley tittered, "The lady who owns the place comes in every Friday with day-olds for us to split up between the staff. It's literally right next door, and everything there is so good."
Dani couldn't help but agree. Again, she wasn't much of a sweets fan. But the day-old brownie that she'd plucked from the styrofoam clamshell of samples was better than literally every other box brownie that her mom used to make on the weekends. She didn't care much for the frilly pink cupcakes, but the chocolate ones looked pretty good too; and if that wasn't an oatmeal raisin cookie, Dani might have to push her luck by taking one of those too...
"I'll have to check them out." Dani managed to sound noncommittal despite her curiosity piquing, "It's the place two doors down, right?"
"Yup, big pink and white sign." Keeley answered with a little chomp of a vanilla cupcake with bright blue frosting, "Can' miff if."
"Sick." Dani reached for her second sample, ultimately deciding to risk it for the cookie, "What's this place called again?"
***
"Welcome to Cutie Pie's!"
The old Bi-Lo had been surrounded by a strip on either side; three stores to the right, two stores to the left, and not a one of them actually "booming". The liquor store seemed to be doing better than any of them, including Rancor's, but the bright and cheerful design of the suite two doors down from Dani's favorite dark-colored geek den was enough to give Dani whiplash even with the palate cleanser of outside. She had never even thought about coming into this place before, mostly because the name was obnoxious and it looked like a real life Barbie playset smooshed into a strip mall.
But damn if they couldn't make good brownies.
"Hey, just looking."
"That's perfectly fine by me, sweetie!" the older woman trilled in a thick Southern accent from behind the counter, "You just let me know what I can gotcha!"
The woman was presumably the same one that brought Keeley her samples, since she looked to be the only one on-staff at the moment. For such a small building it made sense, but what about when they had custom orders to do? This fat cow probably knew her way around baking well enough to handle most things. Or maybe this was just a dumb vanity project? She reeked of "rich housewife"; this place probably never saw more than two customers an hour.
Though even an eternal sourpuss like Dani couldn't deny that the presentation of their products was tempting. She'd just fat-kidded a cupcake, a brownie, and a cookie after two biscuits for breakfast, but she was still eyeballing some of the smaller things for sale.
No wonder your ass is fat, Josie's commentary from earlier rang in Dani's ears.
"Anything I can help you decide?" the older woman asked just a hair before enough time had passed for that to have been reasonable, "Everything in here was made fresh this morning!"
Probably because your fat ass ate it all last night.
The woman behind the counter had a good forty pounds on Dani, putting her at over two-fifty for sure. She had a round face with soft features that were weathered just a bit by her being in her forties. She looked familiar enough that Dani assumed she might have seen her around town—maybe when she was buying groceries? It'd been a while since she hadn't just InstaCarted her own snacks and let Josie and Michelle fend for themselves...
"Yeah, you brought my friend some brownies next door." Dani jammed a white sausage thumb towards the Rancor's Nest, "You got any fresh ones?"
"I sure do!" the woman answered in an almost overly chipper twang, "You just want one?"
"Nah." Dani said after far too little deliberation, "Gimme three."
One for Josie, one for Michelle, and one for her lunch break at Big Daddy's. See? She didn't need an excuse to come by here.
"Three brownies coming right up." the older woman, whose name tag actually read "Karen" once Dani got close enough to read it, "Gimme just a sec to get a box..."
The fat woman toddled into the back of house, Dani able to see just how tightly those drawstrings were cutting into her back fat. Those pants had to have been three brownies away from busting along the button anyway—the last thing that "Karen" needed was more temptation anyway...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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