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Mira stretches as she steps outside the tent where she makes her home and walks to the outdoor kitchen where she makes the delicious foods and refreshments for the square. Taking a moment to stop at the message board, she quickly scans the notes, seeing if there were any ones that were directed at her, and then shook her head as she saw that there weren't, continuing on her way through the square, just pass the food and refreshment carts to the boarded off pavilion.

Rolling up her sleeves, she got to work, "Let's see, the funnel cakes and fairy floss were my best sellers last night, but I have a huge following for the kabobs," she muttered to herself as she took out the covered bowl from the large fridge, "Wonder if my food order got through yet..." She shrugged as she pounded the sweet dough on the table, that was something that she could check just as soon as she was done here.

"I suppose that there needs to be more care in disposing of the old food," Mira said as she placed floury hands on her hips, "I swear, I clean up before I leave each night and idiots keep snooping around for midnight snacks."

She sighed, not much was to be done about that, she had tried placing locks on the fridge before, but no good locking something in a carnival like this, it was just an invitation for someone to pick it.

"Hey, did you get the food order I put in all sorted out?" Mira asked Conchordia as she got back to preparing the food.

"I could have sworn that there was a good deal more on that list," Mira raised an eyebrow, "I know that I need some salt and butter among other things, we're going to get a little fat if we only live off of pastries." she leaned her head on her hand, gazing knowingly at Conchordia, "Busy week? The season's starting soon right?"

From one of the performer's tents, a dog's yelp was heard and followed by a woman shouting, "That's right! Get out of here you fleabag!" A few moments later, Naomi the Strongwoman was shuffling towards Mira's kitchen, dressed only in gray pajamas but with her mace leaning against her shoulder. She groggily smiled at Mira and Madame Conchordia, "Morning." When she heard Mira mention pastries, the tall woman pouted, "Ah, those dogs came into my tent and ate all of mine." Leaning casually on her mace like a cane now, Naomi asked, "So... when can we expect more Miss Mira?" She was a huge fan of all of Mira's deserts, and it wasn't uncommon for her to take a few extras when she thought no one was around. Seeing the dogs confidently trot back to the food cart, Naomi takes a second to glare at them.

((XD I'm lol'ing right now.))

Naomi's face lit up when reassured there would be more pastries soon. She also couldn't help snickering at Conchordia's suggestion. "Hehehe, I might have to work 'munch hole' into a conversation today." After seeing Mira's futile attempts to shoo away the pack of dogs, she stood up straight and started twirling her mace around like it was a light baton. Looking at the dogs with a mischievous grin on her face she said, "Hey... Have you ever considered a dish like dog meat pies?" Naomi started snickering again. Truth be told, she didn't really mind the dogs, as much of a nuisance as they were. She felt she had settled the score with the one dog who had scarfed down her private stash of goodies.

Naomi's suggestion was'nt that bad.
"I dunno...Doggypies might be a hot seller...Well, It would keep the greasemonkey's fed- Then they might actually work on that darn ferris wheel.

Mira, be a darling and do me a coffee? You know how I like it."
She said without lifting her eyes from her papers, writing down the firebreather's requested items.

Mira's quick answer made the strongwoman look at her with surprise and amusement. With a final twirl of her weapon, "Well, should you decide to add doggy hors d'oeuvres to the menu, you know where to find me. I don't mind working overtime." Feeling under-dressed now that she was awake and alert, Naomi rubbed her arm, "I'm going to get dressed before the pastries are done." And with that, she turned around and trotted back to her tent.

Her resident tent had a surprising amount of books, maps, newspapers, and art around the space, everything organized for the most part into large, dark brown wooden trunks. Digging through one of the trunks, Naomi pulled out her usual outfit, donning it quickly. She grabbed her favorite coat and top hat off of the hatstand, and walked back towards the kitchen. She shrugged into her coat and rakishly threw on the hat, looking around at the other performer's tents along the way, thinking how unusual it was for her to be one of the first awake.

Arriving back at the kitchen, she inhaled deeply as the scent of fresh pastries wafted through the air. "Ahh, if dogs and the smell of baked goods won't wake everyone up, I don't know what will."