A/N: An idea that I've had for a while. Sorry if Dover's accent seems everywhere.
Also there are spoilers for Episode 1: Robbery.
Sweet Mountain
She's come in again; the lass with the poofy red hair and green-as-spring dress. Penelope. My Penelope. She walks with a lil' skip in her step, the bell dinging the sound of her entrance. She walks by me at my usual table, not noticing me at first, but when she does she seems pleasantly surprised. That's one word to describe her: pleasant.
"Oh, hello, Dover!" she says to me in her pretty voice, and then continues on her way to the front counter. As she walks by I get a whiff of her scent, flowery with a bit of bananas. She smells sweeter than the slice o' cake in front of me.
She stands on the nay edge of her boots to look over the menu, and she sticks her tongue out in concentrat'n in the cutest way. It takes her a moment to choose, but settles on chocolate chip cookies and ol' Antoinette smiles in the way that she does and obliges. And my dear Penelope would have stood there politely, waiting for the ot'er lady to collect her order with saintly patience, if it weren't for that one hot headed lass bargin' into the shop, causing her to jump in shock. The bell doesn't ding as more clangs from the force of the door bursting open.
"Blimey! What you tryin' to do, give us all bloody heart attacks?" The perpetually angry lass in the man's jacket merely looks around, and, upon seeing my Penelope, marches over to her.
"Could I get this to go?"
"C'mon, Penelope, Mack's waiting for us!"
"Oh, hey, Chloe. Could you wait a moment while I—"
"No, we have to get going; Mack's got another case going on!" She pulls on my darlin' Penelope's wrist back toward the door, Penelope barely having enough time to grab her to-go bag beforehand.
"Just put this on my tab, Antoinette!" she calls over her shoulder, and the ol' gal nods in response. Then Penelope smiles her lovely smile at me and says, "Have a nice day, Dover!" as they run out the chiming door.
Have a nice day, she says. Have a nice day. Ah, blimey, now she's got me blushin' and smilin' again. She has that sort o' effect on me. Only one who does. 'Praps I should try smiling at her more, if she don't mind the razor sharp teeth 'n all, that is. We'll see.
Then I finally take another bite of that cake in front of me, untouched since she came in. I revel in it, if only because of the special ingredient. And her dreams taste sweeter today. It makes me wonder what exactly it is that she dreams about.
Because I know exactly what I do.