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[b]Location:[/b] Red's Goodie Basket

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What a lovely night.  The kind of night with a light wind and soft warm air, where things must be going right for someone, somewhere.  Maybe, Eissen thought, that someone is me.

After over two weeks shut up inside her apart, a new record, Eissen Frampt decided that tonight might be a good night for a walk.  Fresh groceries were probably a good idea too.  She hadn't really been intending to go out, to be perfectly honest—it was just an accident, and a silly one at that.  The other night, after leaving dinner on the stove a bit too long, Eissen opened the window to let out the smoke.  As the room cleared, fresh and worry-free air let itself inside, and Eissen thought then of leaves and trees and stars and late night corner stores, and before she knew it, she was dressed up and walking out the door, about sixty dollars in her pocket.

The groceries didn't take long.  Some canned goods to hold her over, but she strayed this time on the side of cheap perishables, which would maybe force her outside again a bit earlier.  A bit of candy, too, from the Asian market just outside the local neighborhood.  After a long walk through the park, Eissen found her way right across the street from one of the local bakeries, and she thought then, [i]Why not? Why don't I spoil myself tonight?[/i]  

Inside, she faintly recognized the place as Red Riding Hood's base of operations.  Sweet and thick aromas filled the air, and Eissen couldn't decide if they made her feel more or less awake.  At the counter, a red-colored slip of a girl, with a smile that seemed to be saying something (though Eissen couldn't for the life of her tell you what).  

"Hey, Little Red," said Eissen.  After searching for a second, trying to pin down the most appropriate interpretation of the usual formalities—[i]Lord, when was the last time I spoke to someone?[/i]—Eissen asked, "How's the biz?"