2019-11-13 - Your Cake Is Better Than Mine

A young man hovers at the edge of the shop glass, a study in minimalism containing chaos. He wears a blue and green floral pattern button down shirt with interloping coral beneath a black bomber jacket dotted with pastel planetary bodies. The shirt is designed to remain untucked and is so. Charcoal colored jeans and black boots finish off the look. He leans against the spine of building between the patisserie and its neighbor, leisurely finishing off a cigarette. Then he finally steps inside, reaching up to rake his fingers through his hair as his other hand remains in his jacket pocket.

Lucky for Blake, Rebecca is actually in the Patisserie today. The blonde is moving through the shop with her tablet in hand, noting things on a checklist. Inventory perhaps? Or just a flash inspection on Vyv's behalf? She's wearing a black and white plaid sweater with a black pleated miniskirt over black tights, and sleek black suede ankle boots. Her hair is perfectly coifed in carefully styled waves, and her makeup is applied in a perfect "business woman" manner. There is no detail left undone with this one. Even her nails are a perfect simple manicure of modest length.

Trey is behind the counter at the moment, assisting an older couple with a selection of croissant. He smiles a greeting when Blake walks in and clears his throat to gain Rebecca's attention. His hands are full, a little help from Vyv's personal assistant?

Rebecca looks up from her checklist and gives Blake a faint smile. "Welcome to Patisserie Vydal. What can I help you with today?"

"Thank you." Blake's voice is a little lower than might be expected. His lazy gaze whirls from whatever he was looking at over to Rebecca. "I am looking to order a cake. Something better than I can make. I was recommended this place." He glances toward all the treats just begging to be eaten. "Dangerous place."

"Anyways, I need a pretty special cake. If a cake could say you're not a toxic bitch and I'm sorry...it wouldn't hurt." He shrugs, pressing his lips together with a knowing grin.

Rebecca blinks at the odd request, one brow arching upwards. She gestures to one of the black tables with velvet-covered vintage chairs. "Have a seat and I'll bring out the book. The Chef will need a final consult with you, of course, but this can establish some ideas."

The blonde moves behind the counter and pulls out a portfolio which she brings to the table, setting it down before settling into one of the chairs. "So, this is an apology cake?" she asks, with a glint of amusement in her blue-grey eyes. "A mirror glaze entremets might be the best solution for that."

She flips the portfolio open to a selection of said mirror glaze cakes, with layers of cake, mousse, fuelletine, and the ultra shiny glaze finish in a variety of colors and patterns.

Blake seems unfazed by Rebecca's reaction and nods as he turns to go make himself comfortable. He reaches down to rub the velvet one way, then the other, admiring the expected change in sheen in an idle moment.

"Apology cake," Blake smiles tightly for a moment. "It is. I can make it easy on you? I was thinking something that's a play off of german chocolate." It's not difficult to tell that the man has done his research on which flavor profile will go over well. He straightens up to look at the book though and falls quiet, eyes dancing across the little pieces of art. "These are way too pretty to eat," he informs her with a appreciative grin. "Aside from the german chocolate, yeah, I mean I'd rather let the Chef do his thing."

Rebecca nods and makes a sound of understanding. She flips through the portfolio to a decadent looking take on German Chocolate. "Something like this perhaps?" she offers, turning the book for his perusal. Once he's looked at that one she flips to the next page. "Or slightly more traditional, with an I'm sorry message along the bottom?"

Blake reaches up to rub his chin for a moment as Rebecca flips through. "No, I'll be saying the words. No need to beat her over the head with it. Last thing I need is her thinking I think she's dumb, or that I'm insinuating it...Oh, I like the color block. It's playful without being mocking," he says, pointing out the first cake.

Rebecca smiles and she taps some things into her tablet before turning it to Blake. "Excellent choice. If you don't need to consult the chef for any changes? You can fill out the information here for me. How soon do you need it by?"

The tablet has a simple customer form showing on it to let him fill in his information. "We do require a ten percent deposit of course."

"Nope." Blake looks over the tablet and starts to chicken peck in the information needed. "I'm in no rush, but not next year," he says with a smirk. "I would like to apologize before she's fantasized about more than 5 ways to kill me." A beat. "Just kidding. It's not that bad." He hopes. He nods at the disclosure of the need for a deposit and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a dark matte black card. It's heavier, but looks more svelte tech than some trinket of opulent wealth. "When do you think it might be ready by?"

Rebecca takes the tablet back and taps a few things to bring up the Chef's current cake commissions list. "Three days? Will that work for you?" Vyv has some extra help in the kitchen so the baking and prep and such can be handed off to Corey and David with the Chef just handling tasting and decoration.

"Three days will be perfect. Thank you." The name on the contact information reads Jasper Cooper and the card ties back to the same name. Nothing amiss. When charged, it will go through. "A pleasure." He rises from his seat and only almost as an afterthought does he look down and ask, "Is that all you need from me?" He doesn't seem rushed in any way though.

Rebecca runs the card, saves the data, and sends it off in an alert to her employer. "That's all we need. I hope it works for you, Mister Cooper. Of course, we can't guarantee it does, but there are few things better than a cake from Chef Vydal. So, it gives you a real fighting chance." She smiles in mild amusement, offering him a hand to shake.

"If anything, she gets her favorite cake," Blake shrugs and grins warmly, taking Rebecca's hand. Perhaps that was the sentiment all along. He's well aware it could end up the way of a pint of ice cream or jilted wedding cake. "Have a lovely day..." He turns to leave and then stops, "What's your name?" Nothing like greeting in goodbyes.

Rebecca's shake is firm and business-like, clearly practiced at this sort of thing. "Rebecca Carr. I'm Chef Vydal's personal assistant. I'm not here usually, I run his day to day life while he creates magic in the kitchen. You just managed to catch me on an inventory day."

Blake's shake is not firm, and somewhat limited in motion. There's an ever so faint flash of strain in his features which is quickly banished by another one of his grins. "Lucky me. Well, I have to go, but it was very nice to meet you." Then he turns and strolls out the door as if he couldn't be in a hurry to go anywhere.