Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts.
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It's All In The Presentation
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Alice took in the interior with widening eyes.
Oh.
The establishment was, indeed, a 'Wonderland.' From the ceiling, all the way down to the tiny little napkins set upon the tables. There was more pastel in one place than she'd ever seen, and all the whimsical details of the place was astounding.
"Ah!" an annoyed voice groused. "Break! Where were you? The shop has been opened for three hours and I had to let Oz help me set the desserts and supplies this morning!"
Behind the counter, pass an ornate barrage of finely decorated sweets—she noted, was a dark-haired man carrying a tray of some nicely frosted cupcakes. He didn't seem to notice her, but instead kept his gaze locked onto the sheepishly grinning man at her side.
"What? I told you I'd come in later...and now it's later. Where's your brother, by the way? He could have helped you," the man beside her, or rather 'Break,' suggested.
The dark-haired man shrugged, setting to arranging those cupcakes on a tiered display. "I don't know, we didn't clock in at the same time. Last I saw, he was in the pantry."
"Probably sleeping his hangover off in there as we speak," Break surmised.
The other man finally took notice of her, "Hey, not in front of the customers. We're trying to keep this place professional, remember?"
"You mean this one?" Break pointed a thumb in her direction, "She's not here for the tea and cake—"
Oh, but that was wholly the case...
"—She's the new girl. I just hired her."
"You just...what?" he threw a skeptical look with a little bit of aghast mixed in there and Alice found his face almost as amusing as the entire situation.
"He hired me, that's what," she was brave enough to throw out there.
Break's sharp laugh caught her off guard, while the other man quickly narrowed his brows at that quip. "I'm really starting to like you, Miss...?"
"It's Alice."
"...Come again?"
"I said my name is Alice."
There was a long pause as both men inspected her.
Then Break said breathily, "Oh, my. She's just perfect isn't she, Gilbert?"
The other could only nod.
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