[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/nFq9mJx.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/uGddlzt.png[/img] [color=BBC7E1]Time:[/color] 9:30am [color=BBC7E1]Location:[/color] The Park of Sorian [color=BBC7E1]Interactions:[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Lorenzo [color=BBC7E1]Ambience:[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nIZW_rlguw&ab_channel=GlobalAudioStudios]Park Ambience[/url] [color=BBC7E1]Attire:[/color][url=i.imgur.com/AbAdjzB.jpg]Dress[/url], [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/33/20/3f/33203f5e0a120e3ecd2fa2cf7f883341.jpg]Booties[/url], [url=https://i.etsystatic.com/11992444/r/il/202edb/1547641752/il_570xN.1547641752_f5gx.jpg]Hair ribbon[/url] [hr][/center] [color=BBC7E1]"Mmmm!"[/color] The aroma of pancakes always brought on a rush of joy. She was smiling from ear to ear as she took in the sights. The atmosphere was uplifting, something she had needed this morning. She could not wait to cuddle up with a book under a pretty tree! She glanced at Lorenzo after a few seconds of admiring the park. [color=BBC7E1]"Let's get on the line while it's not too long."[/color] Just as she spoke, the [url=https://youtu.be/NkD0MxNY_Bw?t=10]sound of a trumpet[/url] filled the park. The fanfare nature of the tune made her stomach drop. [color=BBC7E1][i]No way. The King and Queen aren't present, are they?[/i][/color] Her eyes searched over the grassy surroundings until they landed on another table by the fountain. There was a red-headed man with a cane standing before a [i]mountain of waffles[/i]. She could tell even from her spot that there were many different flavors. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to peer over to collect more details visually. The cane had a skull on top, and the man was awfully overdressed to give away free waffles. Nonetheless, a good number of folk broke off the pancake line with their plates and started to line up in front of the waffle table. Charlotte was perplexed. [color=BBC7E1][i]Bizarre.[/i][/color] She turned her gaze on Lorenzo as she asked him, [color=BBC7E1]"Do you perhaps like waffles? If so, I'm so glad there's something here you can enjoy too...As for me, I do feel more inclined for a pancake."[/color] Lorenzo did end up separating to go on the waffle line while she went up the pancake line. The blueberry pancakes were a no-brainer. She licked her lips as she pulled some onto her plate. [color=BBC7E1][i]Oh yes. Absolutely magnificent. [/i][/color] The next last table was certainly her favorite, and it was there she went to town on the syrup on her pancake. But the final ingredient was the most important: the whipped cream. Those in line behind her had watched in awe as she had practically created a tower of whip cream and then went as far as to put some extra whipped cream in a cup she had plucked from the first table. Once she was finished, she moved away from the table and glanced over at the waffle line. It was quite a bit longer than the pancake line had been. [color=BBC7E1][i]That trumpet really did the trick.[/i][/color] Charlotte raised a brow. The waffle man was chuckling to himself in pleasure. She did not waste much time pondering and simply waved to Lorenzo as she passed the line to gather his attention once again. Once his attention was caught, it was then she continued on to pick a spot for them to sit. Charlotte decided on a shady area under a lovely oak tree. She spread out her blanket and set her plate down on it. Then most importantly, she retrieved Champion from the basket.[color=BBC7E1]"Hello good sir."[/color] She cooed and held the kitten up. [color=BBC7E1]"We have important work today, don't we? But not without a treat for you first."[/color] Charlotte set the cat down on the blanket. Champion was quite alert to being in new surroundings but stayed nonetheless. He did indeed yowl for no reason one time. The cup of whipcream would now come to its full use as she picked it up and placed it in front of Champion. The sound of his grumbly eating noises brought a smile to her face as he immediately shoved his face into the cup. She then pulled her plate of beloved pancakes over and soon brought a bite into her mouth as she leaned up against the trunk of the tree.