Christy's - Fine Tea and Delicious Pastries

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Robespierre paused slightly at the almost palpable hush that had fallen over the establishment, hoping fervently that the court dress that he wore, the height of fashion in Gallia, was not too unrestrained for what might be a more conservative society here in Bretania. Still, it was too late to do anything about his choice of attire now, and using his gold filigreed cane to gently push a vacant chair from his path, he strolled to the counter. Politely ignoring the lady sat behind the counter who seemed to be dealing with some sort of medical condition, he smiled at the open mouthed waitress who appeared to be struck dumb by his elegant attire and in a gentle voice said;

"Bonjour mademoiselle, what a pleasure it is to find such a tres jollie little establishment in which to partake of one's petit dejeuner."

The waitress, overcome by the situation she found her self in, raised her hand to her mouth and started to back away. But before she could even a take the first step backwards, the young man lightly took her hand and bring it to his lips, delicately kissed her knuckles. She suddenly found herself rooted immovably to the floor.

"I would be honoured mademoiselle if you could find it in your heart to grace my humble presence by serving me with an appropriate culinary offering. Une tasse de café avec une croissante si'l vous plais mon cherie?"

Finally finding her tongue the waitress, reverting to the language of her youth in this surreal situation, managed to squawk, "Yu wat?"

Realising that perhaps such items might not be widely available in Betonia and not wish to be seen as ignorant of that fact, Robespierre hastily said, "Aah mais enfant, but I am sure that anything you would be prepared to serve to this humble one would taste as the nectar of the Gods enhanced by the mere presence of you beauty. Perhaps a une petit pot of tea and a ….pastry chosen by your delicate hand. Madamoiselle, I shall retire to a table and await your offering with bated breath." Then gently kissing her hand once more, he turned and strolled towards an empty table near the rear of the shop. Noticing from the corner of his eye, a formidable looking woman of middle age punch her partner sharply in the bicep and hiss, "I 'ope your takin' notes sunshine. I'll be spectin to be treated wiv similar manners in future. You hear me Bert?"

Sitting elegantly at the table, Robespierre awaited his breakfast with a mixture of hunger and dread for what might arrive before him. All the while smiling aimiably at the other customers, who hastily found the contents of their cups and plates to suddenly be of overwhelming fascination.

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