-The Date-
The hunched man with the luxurious mustache and long scarf toddled down the London street. He looked around and spied a flower shop. Perfect, he thought to himself. Even the voice of his thoughts had a gruff Cockney accent.
He entered the shop and went to the counter. "Excuse me. I would like to buy a bouquet." His words were slightly muffled by the mustache.
The woman at the counter looked around, then looked down and saw him. She showed him a few selections, and he picked one arranged with dark purple flowers, he didn't remember the name. Bouquet in arm, he left the shop.
As he rounded the corner, a house with a rather unusual paint job on the front came into view. He stopped, and took a deep breath. Then he walked up and knocked on the door.
The door creaked open and out peeked a little old woman wearing a pointy hat that would remind anyone of a witch's hat. "Why Stachenscarfen, what a surprise!"
The man, Stachenscarfen, cleared his throat. "Elizabeth, I was wondering if you would care to accompany me to dinner tonight. As a token of my feelings, I have brought this bouquet for you." His cheeks turned a little red as he handed her the flowers.
"Of course, I'd love to!" she answered, breathing in the flowers' aroma. "Thank you! And afterwards, I found some new puzzles that I've been dying to show you." Stachenscarfen smiled. "And I have some new good spots for hint coins you might enjoy knowing."
"Well, then, how can I refuse? Just let me pop back inside and get ready." As she did so, they were both quite happy. Stachenscarfen and Granny Riddleton were going to have quite a nice evening together.
A nice little thing. Gee, I guess this is my first shipping fic. Wowzers.
