Mielle rose onto her tiptoes, placing a fresh cream puff in front of him-only to drop the plate on the table with a clatter at his words. “Y-you were… thinking about me?” she stammered, cheeks burning. "Here I was thinking you were planning some sort of bakery heist..." With a soft huff, she-

Various attire? Go on, share with the gobbo, she's all ears after all! Oh no, speaking of the dev- "Tat?" Mielle tilted her head, ears wiggling as she caught that far-off look on his face.“You’ve been staring holes through me, what’s rattling around in that handsome head of yours?”

Mielle’s ears twitched, and she let out a little huff, trying- and failing- not to giggle. “Adorable, huh?” she murmured, " Coming from such a handsome devil himself, maybe... Too handsome... ” Her eyes widened suddenly, and she gasped, hand flying to her cheek in mock horror.-

"It's because I got turned into a rabbit that one time... don't take it any other way..."

Her ears flicked back, cheeks flushing deeper as she crossed her arms, trying to hide the twitch of her tail—but failing spectacularly. “Eh-!” she huffed, a little foot stomp just to prove a point. "I do not hop about for no reason! And my tail? It’s… expressive, alright? Nothing more.”-

“A Quasit?” she said softly, . “Oh… I’ve always thought they were rather cute. Tiny little things with all that chaotic energy—it’s kind of endearing, isn’t it?” Was she talking about the Quasit, or herself? One couldn't really tell-

Her ears perked up as his words lingered in the air, and she let out a quiet, breathy laugh as the Tiefling had already stepped out the door. “Always so thoughtful,” she murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The ache in her chest softened, replaced by the flutter of-

“Hey! That… that was—” she sputtered, flustered, waving a hand at him, ears drooping back as she playfully glared at him. “Completely unfair! How are you supposed to just swoop in and—ugh—steal things and be charming while doing it?” She huffed, crossing her arms but couldn’t hide the twitch of a-

Those kind eyes softened even further, warmth radiating from her like a quiet hearth. She let out a small, tender sigh, leaning just slightly closer, her voice gentle, almost a whisper. “Tat… you don’t need to flatter me,” she murmured, her fingers brushing absentmindedly against the table.-

She narrowed her eyes into the squintiest squint known to goblin kind, fixing the tiefling with a suspicious look. Was he… was he being cheeky? “Do I, now?” she huffed, arms crossing across her chest. “Care to enlighten me, dear Tat? And don’t you dare say it’s because of my ears.”

A curious sight catches the reader's eye—a small, cloaked figure lingering at the bakery’s door. With a quick glance over their shoulder, stretch on tiptoes, flip the sign to OPEN, and scamper inside/ Well, would you look at that… seems a certain gobbo was back in town!

"It's because I got turned into a rabbit that one time... don't take it any other way..."

“Oh, don’t go getting all sappy on me now,” she teased as she waved her fork like it was nothing, though a flush dusted her cheeks. “You’ll make me think you actually like visiting for more than just the pastries.” She leaned forward just a little, eyes filled with warmth.-

The mention of sharing a dinner had Mielle beaming, her ears giving an eager wiggle, though she tried to hide her excitement behind the guise of nonchalance. “A dinner, hm?” she drawled, resting her chin in her hand like she wasn’t already thrilled. Her tail, however, betrayed her with a steady-

Mielle’s blush deepened, her mouth opening and closing like she was about to argue—only to huff instead. “…Flattery will only get you so far, you know,” she muttered, though her tail betrayed her with an anxious flick. Still, she reached up, plucked the extract from the shelf,-

Mielle let out a startled “EEP—!” as she was suddenly scooped up like a sack of flour. She blinked, wide-eyed, legs swinging slightly off the edge as she tried to process what had happened. “…Excuse me?!” she piped, cheeks blazing. “Did I look like a stray cat that needed repositioning?!”

Mielle's smile wobbled at "to go," her ears drooping just a little. She quickly masked it with a playful pout, arms crossed. “To go? Again?” she almost whined out. “You’re breaking this poor goblin’s heart, Tat. One pastry at a time.” She packed the cream puffs with a dramatic little sigh,-

Mielle couldn't help but giggle at his dramatic reaction, her eyes sparkling with mischief, the warmth of his smile spreading to her own cheeks. "See? Told you it was magical!" she chimed out cheekily, popping another bite into her mouth. "Just imagine, when I make that Ale cake..."

Aaah! What a perfect day to close up early and treat herself to some well-deserved relaxation! Where’s the little gobbo off to? To her secret hideaway, of course! Just outside town lies a quiet pond, nestled among trees. Not many visitors come by, so a refreshing dip is definitely on the agenda!

bean ;; Let me not think and write silly things Mielle would say about your muse!

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I think there's 𝒈͟𝒐͟𝒐͟𝒅 in you somewhere.

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His ale is her cake.... what about... Ale cake?? He could see her scribbling the idea down on a dinky piece of paper next to her before holding out a fork with a bite of cake on it to him. "Try this!" She swallowed her bite. "The cake helps! It's...Magic!" It wasn't, she just had a sweet tooth.

Oh, he still didn't get it... Her ears seemed to droop just a little bit before perking back up, being flirty or witty wasn't her strong suit, obviously. She decided to play along, not wanting to ruin the moment. She smiled widely up at the Tiefling a small blush dusting her cheeks from his-

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"'You must have worked in a honey factory before- that's why you are so sweet!" Happy gobbo ear wiggles.

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𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞. ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕕 𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Mielle's eyes sparkled with newfound determination as she wrapped her arm around Vitria now, giving her a hug. "You know what, Vit? That's exactly what I'll do!" She exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge. "And when they show back up, I'll serve them a slice of humble pie!"

Blink blink... Was he always this dense? "I..." The goblin was too stunned to speak! What an unexpected... twist this took. "Ah, well, you know what they say, the apple- or in this case, the pie, falling far from the tree. You're definitely one of a kind!" She tried to salvage the flirty banter.

Now now, don't do anything drastic. That's not what the gobbo would want now would it? Speaking of her, she had been calming down! Sure, she was headfirst in a piece of cake drowning her sorrows... But she'd bounce back from this no problem!

Her comment made Mielle blush faintly, a small smile on her lips, despite the lingering sting of rejection she felt immensely better. "Thank you, Vit." She said as she leaned into her squeeze, "I'll show 'em! Make them eat their own words!" Though she'd never let them have any of her cake, hmph!

“Were your parents bakers too? Cause they made such a cutie pie.” Smug gobbo.

She sniffled as Vitria took the seat beside her, feeling the arm slip around her waist gave some comfort as she wiped the tears out of her eyes. Just a lil’ wounded gobbo pride- nothing she couldn’t bounce back from! “They just don’t know what caked up is.” She mumbled, taking another bite.

Shooting?!? Knee!?! There is no need! She’ll be okay! Maybe…. Don’t mind the goblin sniffling at the table shoveling a piece of cake in her mouth. A piece set out as offering for the brave ranger!

Woah, down tiefling- down! It’s not that serious….. Just a goblin’s pride and confidence wounded. Sad gobbo noises.

Mielle when a new customer comes into the bakery.

“Were your parents bakers too? Cause they made such a cutie pie.” Smug gobbo.

"How infuriating..." She was struggling to keep any form of control, her body involuntarily reacting to the wolf's touch. "You think you're so clever," she retorted, her sensitive peaks reacting against his soft palms, her own voice daring to betray her.

Resting her head on the counter, cue bored goblin noises as her yellow eyes stared out the window with a pout. Seemed like it was going to be another slow Sunday.... "What a waste of treats.... hmph." she muttered, ears drooping against the counter.

Mielle's enthusiasm dimmed slightly at the revelation that pseudodragons didn't breathe fire. "Ah, I see," she said, her ears twitching in slight disappointment. Well, there went her 'Little Guard Dragon' idea. "But a creature that can help me in the bakery, keep an eye out for trouble-

Her heart raced as his hand lingered on her breast. She glared at him, trying to muster the courage to push him away, but his touch was surprisingly warm. Her voice quivered with a mix of pleasure and irritation, "Y-yea, you d-don't have to touch them to know that wolf." she mustered out.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red at his words. She took a step back, trying to regain the personal space she had lost. "I-it's not like that," she stuttered, her voice betraying her. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "It's just... it's hot in here" The goblin stammered

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously, as if trying to cover up, heart beating a little faster. "Look, it's not my fault your eyes keep wandering. It's rude, okay?" she said firmly, hoping to assert some control over the situation with an attempt of confidence.

She felt his eyes linger on her chest, her ears wiggled back nervously as she tried to withstand it, but her cheeks were just the slightest shade of pink. “M-my eyes are up… down… uhm … here—!” She said pointing to her eyes, trying to divert his gaze from her exposed chest.

The bunny's eyes darted around the room nervously, her nose twitching as she tried to convey her urgency. She nodded vigorously, the tip of her ears bouncing with each nod. Did she know something? OH TAT DID SHE KNOW SOMETHING! She hopped around to the counter and jumped onto it-

Mielle's eyes lit up at the mention of different familiar specialties. "Swift, yes, that's important," she murmured, tapping her chin with a finger, deep in gobbo thought. "But also, something that can keep an eye on the ovens, maybe even help me measure ingredients accurately?" -