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Grian wouldn’t say he’s a stress baker. There is nothing to contribute to being a stress baker! Why would he be a stress baker? He’s not!
Is that why he finds himself sitting in a small store in the shopping district of the city, stacks of pastries and sweets sitting in their designated spots to keep them yummy? Of course not! Customers came in small waves, taking what they love, and leaving soon after. He doesn’t even know how he had the expenses to get this place, honestly.
Okay, maybe Grian does stress bake, and maybe he does own a store to deal with the leftovers from his house just above the building, but he’s not bad! He just needs to let off a little steam once in a while, you know? Even if it’s mainly throwing bread dough against his kitchen counter until he feels better about himself. Really, the cafe is only open when he needs to get rid of all this.
“Hey, G!”
Grian turns, looking over the counter to lock eyes with one of the many regulars to his store; Mumbo Jumbo.
“Mumbo!” Grian smiles, turning towards one of his food cabinets. “Come here!” He reaches into the cabinet, taking the tongs to grab one large piece of fruit bread- this is a bakery after all! “I haven’t seen you in ages, you know?” Grian moves the bread into a bag, taking a small, wooden knife and butter to put in afterwards.
“I know!” Grian offers the small bag to the taller man, writing something down using his spare hand. “Aw, mate, I can pay for this,”
“Don’t,” Grian says, smirking as Mumbo takes the bag from his hand. Mumbo stares at him, watching his every movement.
“How have you been while I was biking away?” Mumbo asks, leaning against the counter.
“Oh, I’ve been alright,” Grian responds, looking up to face his friend. “I’ve been thinking of changing the store a bit, but I have too much bread flour and yeast to, at the moment,” Mumbo nods, humming in agreement.
“You do stock up on it.”
Mumbo reaches into the bag, taking out the warm piece of bread and starting to pick on it.
“I’m still banned from the kitchen, I assume?”
“Absolutely,” Grian responds with a laugh. “I’m not ever going to let you help there again, especially after “The Great Dough-Smoothie” incident,” the blonde glances back over at the door, not spotting anybody walking in. “You ever going to go back to your roots and help with the service, here?” Mumbo rolls his eyes.
“You just want labour,”
“I really do- I’ll pay you for it, don’t complain.”
The two laugh.
“I hope my croissants don’t overbake- the timer hasn’t gone off yet,” Grian sighs. “I put them in a while ago,”
“I’ll be the taste-tester if you need one,”
“In your dreams, Jumbolio,” Mumbo gasps.
“Back to last names, are we Minecraft?”
“Hey, now, let’s not go too far, man,” Mumbo just laughs.
“Anywho, get back here,” Grian says, stepping aside to let Mumbo walk past the counter.
“You can be the taste-tester for today,” Grian puts down a small sign at the till, saying; “ Back in a moment! ” before dragging his friend off to the further back area of the store- where the oven is.
“Don’t eat too many!”
“You know I will.”