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[sinfullysublime]

[ once in front of lenalee's residence does sebastian slow to a stop. his lips quirk in a smile as he fetches an envelope that's tucked away in his breast pocket. stooping down sebastian slides it beneath the door and, turning on his heels, he returns to his shop. ]

[ the letter reads: ] ms. Lenalee.

I, first off, ought to apologize for the delay in my response. I had wanted to congratulate you sooner on making a favorable impression during our interview... but certain events prevented such. I am pleased, however, to be writing now to inform you that there's an open position at Devil's Food Cakes for you. If you're interested please contact me as soon as possible.

-- Sebastian Michaelis

[ and several minutes later sebastian is back home. it's late, thus the bakery's technically closed, but there are still several lights on inside. dead center, for anybody that's looking, sits a table dressed for two ( possibly three ). ]

[ it's become habit, so to speak, to cook for those he shares a roof with... and so he's moving between the kitchen and the dining room outfitting the table with a scrumptious looking array of foods. hopefully the smell will be enough to draw hermione from her room and away from her studies. cheza, too, if she'd like some company, since he figures she won't be partaking in this particular set of delights. ]

[ sebastian's made a lot of food. perhaps a bit too much food. anybody that happens by the bakery feel free to pester him for some. no doubt the smell is wafting out onto the streets. ]