"I'll have scones and jam, and coffee to start, and then they have apple pie my weakness so will have a slice for dessert. Hope a woman with an appetite is not offensive but when a woman eats with gusto they live life with gusto, and I loath women who pick at their food and are all skin and bones, like some of those models now. Nothing to them no padding and a lack of health on the skin.," she said after sitting down and then ordered her food.

In reply to Cecelia Rryn (msg # 4):

"Good for you," says the waitress. "Whatever you're doing looks like it's working for you, so why not do whatever you want? Um, I don't think we have 'scones,' though... I can get you toast and jam, or we have some danishes...?"
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"Okay, well I'm hungry, how about a BLT and apple pie, with good coffee? Unless that is also a problem?," Cecelia said simply but pleasantly.

In reply to Cecelia Rryn (msg # 6):

"Sure, that's no problem!" The waitress moves off to fill your order.

The door to the lobby swings open and a tall blonde woman, dressed like a fisherman and smelling of the sea, enters. She takes a seat at the counter and grunts an acknowledgment at the man behind it. "Bill. Usual." Bill smiles, pours the woman a cup of black coffee, and fetches a slice of pecan pie. She nods once and demolishes the pie like a starving child. The coffee she savors, cup cradled between strong, callused hands. It's only after she is into her second cup that her eyes stray from the counter to take in the rest of the coffee shop. Her gaze is hawklike, piercing and intense, as it hovers over each of the other customers in turn. "Tourists," she finally snorts, and turns back to the counter to beckon for another refill. "Welcome to Collinsport."

The Professor orders two pieces of apple pie and coffee. He doesn't have anything to add about Ceceila's (or his own) views on women's appetite and body types, and steers back the conversation to a topic he is more interested in:

"And have you met the esteemed family yet?"

In reply to Prof. Everett Willoughby (msg # 9):

"They are sending a car in the morning before I'm interviewed, then I have the position, my credentials are sound but this is my first job as a governess in my own right. So I'll need to get passed Charity Collins and age and experience I found often better than youthfulness and skill. Sadly I'm at the disadvantage in the battle to come so to speak.," she replied to the gentleman professor.

The gentleman who had been nursing a pie looked up, peeking from under his cap. He looked at the woman who sounded much like a working man. He didn't judge, people had to eat and he was sure her tale was an interesting one. As she welcomed the meager attendance within a smirk broaden on the man's face.

"A might fine Welcome it tis...,"the man spoke with mirth matching his smirk as a hand rose to likewise raise his cap, revealing bright emerald eyes. "Now, if'n ye would be so kind ta introduce yerself...I'd love ta know whom I owe that pleasure?," the gentleman inquired, his pie forgotten for the moment.

The tall blonde woman fishes a squat round canister from her back pocket, pops it open, and plucks a small wad of some kind of flaky substance from it. "Must be cursed something fierce," she says, tucking the wad between her cheek and gum, "to feel welcome in this place." She rivets the emerald-eyed man with her gaze for a long, uncomfortable moment before she spits into the pie plate beside her. "Harry."

"I assume they might take you on for a period of probation? To test your whether your capabilities reflect your qualifications. But I'm positive they will recognize your worth in time."

"By the way, I was invited to the Collinwood mansion for tomorrow too. As I've said before, I study the history of New England's finest families. So I am to be judged by Charity Collins as well."

Overhearing a fragment of the other conversation in the coffee shop, Harry loudly and angrily exclaims to the man behind the counter. "Nary one Collins fit to judge another soul, living or dead! Vipers and worse, the lot of them!" She spits emphatically onto the pie plate. "Charity, ha! Full opposite of her name, that one! Never gave charity to another unless she could steal back double!" Bill offers an apologetic wince to the older gentleman and his young dining companion, and tries unsuccessfully to shush Harry. "Would damn every last Collins to hell, choice were mine, but they tend to that well enough themselves!"

"Such vitriol in such a faire eyed woman is hardly a fine trait, and you hate even her grandchild whose only a girl of eight and doesn't have the means to defend herself, if so how honorable, to even consider a child a threat? You speak like that around her and make her cry you would have me to deal with I will guard the life of and shield the child from harm of all kinds.," she spoke to her companion over to the woman spouting the vitriol about the Collins family and she would defend the child from that its good she was offered the position.

"Protect the girl from her own," Harry growls, angrily jabbing a finger in the young woman's direction. "Them you should worry about!" She slaps a few coins on the countertop without looking. "Wise up quick, else suffer for it!" Grumbling, Harry rises and stalks out the door.

A familiar female voice can be heard from the lobby. "Trudy! Need a room. Ship needs repairs. Be a few days."

"I met the anti-wealth attitude in San Francisco with the hippies and alternative persons, excellent music and energy but they weren't realistic. Some people just due to wealth and position are looked down on but the Collins and other families run things that's the way things are. I had to use my mind and dedication to my profession to advance myself and don't have such advantages. But she hates the Collins more than dislike them.," Cecelia said as she waited for her food talking mostly to the gentleman with her.

In reply to Cecelia Rryn (msg # 20):

Suddenly, Cecelia sees a face at the edge of the window... a male face, pale and wild-eyed.

She only sees it for a second-- in that second, the face's wide eyes make eye contact with her, and it moves to the side and disappears from view into the night--

The amber haired gentleman smirked as Harriet spoke, they seemed to know the local legends whicheck worked for Bigby. He was looking for something that only existed in legend afterall.

Picking the last bite of the pie from his plate, Bigby wiped his mouth and dropped his tab and a reasonable tip on the table before following the woman out to the desk.

If only Bigby had been looking toward the other occupants,  perhas he would have caught a glance at the face in the window.

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Cecelia sips her coffee and adjusts it, the man was an odd one, but seemed to have some issues as she stirred in a bit more cream taking another sip.

Gesturing the server over ,"I saw a man, pale, a bit wild eyed and he stared at me and is there any locals who have issues, perhaps, who might fit the bill and is he a threat to anyone if you know him?" She described him better as she waited for her food she though kept her head he might be harmless.

"What?! No, I didn't see anyone like that... There's not... I mean, that could... I-- I don't know who that would have been...?!" She glances fearfully out the window. "...Whoever it was, it... it must be someone who doesn't... doesn't live here... in town..." Clearly unnerved, she goes back to the kitchen.

Prof. Willoughby regrets not having seen the face himself. Deep down, he's been aching to see something weird to live up to the town's reputation. A pale and wild eyed person would be a start...

But the young governess seems unshaken. The Professor makes a mental note: Cecelia Rryn is perhaps not as fragile, as she seems.

He finishes his pie and coffee.

"It was a pleasure meeting and dining with you. I'm looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow, and, if the Collins family wishes so, some other time too, at the mansion. I'm going to take some rest now. Tomorrow is a big day."

"Well I want to enjoy a walk before the car comes, just a morning constitutional since its good for the blood. And have something to eat for breakfast if you care to join me around seven thirty in the morning?," she needs to at her BLT so will be staying until she finishes but will stand as the professor leaves.

"Yes, certainly! Seven thirty then, here, tomorrow! Good night, Ms. Rryn!"

"Good night. It's been a pleasure.," she finishes her meal retiring to the inn room fifteen minutes before the coffee shop closes leaving a fifteen percent tip for the waitress.

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