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Who: Hattie, Ella and Mr. Gold
When: July 23rd, 10 AM
Where: Mr. Gold's shop
Summary: Mr. Gold is interested in becoming a client of Hattie's business, but FIRST, he wants to meet the stepsisters in person.
Warning: Deer Crossing! Wait no...

[ Hattie had been ecstatic when Ella'd told her about Mr. Gold's request to meet before he'd agree to being their client or not. Okay ecstatic for Hattie pretty much amounted to 'YES YES YES' and 'Don't you dare screw this up for me, Ella' comments.

Ingrate. Nonetheless, at the appointed time, Ella and Hattie were heading to meet with the other man. Hattie was probably -beside- herself with happiness, while Ella was wishing she could be aaaaaanywhere else. Naturally, she had no problem meeting with people. But with Hattie there... it was going to be difficult. She just prayed Hattie's focus would be more on Mr. Gold than her this time. ]

This is it.

[ That's all the announcement she gave to her elder stepsister, making her way inside. ]

Mr. Gold?

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Oh no, Hattie is perfectly fine! But thank you for asking Mr. Gold.

[Ah, there it was. Those butterflies in her stomach again. She hoped she was prepared for whatever was about to happen. On the other hand, she was much looking forward to seeing the rest of house- cluttered or not, she liked the place. She gave a glance to Ella.]

Oh, I'd love tea! And don't worry about the mess, that will be our problem should things go well. Right, Ella?

[ Ella watched Hattie out of the corner of her eye, an eyebrow lifting slightly. What she wants to say, very much, is 'What do you mean OUR?' But instead she feels her face shift into a warm smile. ]

You're absolutely right, Hattie! [ ...urhg that was painful. She glances at Mr. Gold, the smile less forced. ] And tea sounds marvelous, thank you. [ She'll even let Hattie precede her -- not that she could stop the other girl from going first. ]

[Holding the door open for the both of them, he then gestured to two seats in front of a desk for them to take a seat, as he went and picked up the tea set. China, of course, white with a gold design; he would only drink tea in the best.]

Cream and sugar, my apologies for not having milk. [He set the tea set down on the desk, taking a seat behind it.]

It's not really a mess; any good pawnshop is cluttered, though dust cannot be stood for.

[You see Hattie? She is beaming when Ella agrees with her. That doesn't happen often, you know. She gives a thanks to Gold, and once she takes her seat she quite blatantly stares at the China with gold on it. Her mouth could be watering.]

Oh no need to worry, cream will do nicely. So a.. Pawn Shop? You sell antiques and rare artifacts?

[That makes her a little nervous. If anything was broken during cleaning, it could cost Ella her life!]

[ Really if Hattie could be this pleasant normally, Ella would get along with her better. And wouldn't even mind helping her out. But being that she was under the curse for this... it was painful. ]

Cream and sugar is just fine. [ She pulls out a chair to sit, inwardly sighing and glancing around curiously. ]

Do you have a problem with things getting dusty in here often?

Yes, I do. Not all of it is rare, of course; we take in anything someone might want to sell, and that we could get a profit from. It can be a rather cutthroat business.

[He poured all three of them a cup, then gestured to the cream and sugar dishes. He wouldn't want to give them too much of either.]

At times. Some people will come in, and leave just as quickly. We have things in here that haven't been moved in years.

[Hattie would be this pleasent if you did as told, Ella. Gosh. That said, it may surprise Ella that Hattie adds sugar to her own tea.]

It certainly sounds both cutthroat and complex! Well before I start asking about your inventory, might I ask what kind of work you're looking to have done here then? Also, I'm curious if you use any special instruments for moving any larger or more delicate items.

[ Shush, Hattie. :I Ella collected her cup, adding a little cream and about half a spoonful of sugar to her drink, pensive. Can she sell Hattie? ... pff, who would want her? ]

I see. Have you had a lot of interest in the shop yet? Granted I know it's not quite open, but I'm a little curious. [ A pause, and she gives Hattie an odd look. ]

Special instruments?