F/F Dialogue - British Accent - A pun-tastic cozy fantasy
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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And the first morning they woke up together entangled in the bed. Raina had purchased birds chirping on their patio and a warm cup of tea awaiting them. Happiness filled Raina soul as they began their day, she admitted, I think we're ready to open the books. Aren't here yet. Can't tussled her short dark hair, which somehow made it more unruly, and nodded in satisfaction at the mirror. Raina pulled hers into a bun. A few blond tendrils fell free, framing her face. She pushed them behind her ear with a practiced motion and tugged on a loose fitting shirt. Well, we can serve tea. A soft opening. She waited soft t opening. Raina heaved a long suffering sigh, Chianti, meanwhile, was just starting. Sorry that felt like a strain, get it straining. Tea leaves. Raina might die. She refrained from rolling her eyes, instead pressing a kiss. Two cans lips on her way out of the bedroom, brilliant! My darling! You're as witty as you are skilled with a sword. Oh ****! A pause. That was pretty rude of you. Rena closed the door in her face. And so they opened the bookshop, and when cheon swung the doors wide and they put the a frame sign outside to announce their new business. Raina realized far too late that they hadn't discussed what to call it. Not once, As they lounged inside, waiting for customers. Raina drummed her fingers on the counter contemplated. I think we'll need a name to properly advertise. I think we'll need books to probably advertise, replied cooing lovingly at a stiff looking plant on one of their tables at Rayna's exasperated stare. She shrugged. Alright, look, the shop's name is New Leaf tomes and T. Raina blinked new leave, that was fast. No, it's hilarious. New leaf. Tea leaves turning over a new leaf. A leaf of a book. Can't smirked. Please rain! I've had this name picked out for two years. I was just waiting for you to join my chaos. Raina delicately chose a pastry from her piles. Earlier that morning. She'd baked both local and blueberry scones and completed their supply with powdered croissants. The latter was buttery and flaky, sweetened with a dusting of ground sugar. Not bad if she said so herself, you're hardly chaos compared to Queen Tulane Kion snorted. Well, I would hope I'm not that kind of chaos. The conversation diverged, but the name stuck to pass the time. Raina retrieved the sign from inside, and borrowed cans, paintbrush writing in perfect cursive. Welcome to new leaf tomes and T. They both admired the board for a moment Raina glanced around the shop they'd built decorated, perfected, and a warm sense of accomplishment washed over her. It was bright and friendly and wonderful, even if the place was empty. For now it brimmed with potential, and most importantly it was theirs. Raina had framed both deeds one from Lord Weiland, one from john fill with dark wood and hung them behind the kitchen counter, absolute proof of ownership. It made her feel absurdly pleased, nearly giddy. I'll place this at the town square. She penned smaller cursive directions at the base of the board. Maybe invite Matilda and charlie over for a cup of tea. They wanted to know when we opened. I'll be here tending my plants, like the crazed, elemental mage I am. You're not crazed. Her eyes roamed the foliage of the shop, a bit obsessed, possibly obsessed with you. Ever. The romantic Raina hooked the sign over her shoulder, blowing Chianti kiss.