Emmeline rarely ate much in the mornings and spent most of her time meandering about her own thoughts, so it came as no real shock when she discovered that she was entirely out of anything even remotely edible in her kitchen. A few tea bags and a handful of oyster crackers did not a breakfast make, so she found herself wandering in to Searchlight's diner before opening the shop for the day - late, as it were - and perching at a counter stool.
"Wheat toast - dry, if you don't mind - and hot tea, please," she said in an amiable enough tone to the waitress that greeted her with an open order book and a stare. The woman made a noncommittal huffing noise and turned towards the kitchen, leaving Emmeline to her own devices.
Pulling a legal pad and a pen from the brown leather satchel she carried with her, Emmeline began jotting notes for the latest novel she had been click-clacking into life at her old typewriter well into the night before.
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on 2013-10-04 05:21 am (UTC)"Wheat toast - dry, if you don't mind - and hot tea, please," she said in an amiable enough tone to the waitress that greeted her with an open order book and a stare. The woman made a noncommittal huffing noise and turned towards the kitchen, leaving Emmeline to her own devices.
Pulling a legal pad and a pen from the brown leather satchel she carried with her, Emmeline began jotting notes for the latest novel she had been click-clacking into life at her old typewriter well into the night before.