Same time, same place.

Who: Jamie and Pandect.
Where: Just A Bakery.
When: Morning.

The majority of the night Jamie had laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, wondering about the events that'd just occurred.

Nothing, it was nothing, right? They were just going to be friends, yeah. Good times. Good friend times.

...He'd spent a large majority of the morning baking muffins for his daily customer. They were muffins of innocence. After that'd been taken care of, he'd made himself a pot of coffee, and just... sat behind the front counter. He wasn't really sure what he should expect, if anything.

Maybe everything would be alright...

Pandect took deep non-attached breaths, deep non-attached breaths of non-attached-ness. Amy had spent half an hour very pointedly telling him that she and Jamie were very good friends, just friends. Although she muttered some stuff about jumping Jamie in Pandect's old orange truck that made him pointedly nervous.

He stepped out of his truck, making sure not to jostle his side, and opened the bakery door, watching the shop bell ringing above his head.

Looking up at the sound of the bell ringing, perhaps more alert than he had ever looked so far, Jamie nodded at Pandect.

"...'morning."

"Good morning Jamie," Pandect said stiffly, clearly his throat before coming into the bakery, stepping nonchalantly over to the display case. "Good looking muffins today."

He gave Jamie a quick dubious look, Jamie didn't look like he had been jumped in Pandect's old orange truck. Although he wasn't really sure what someone would look like if he had been.

"...thanks." Jamie crossed his arms on the front desk, and perched his head on top, looking up at Pandect. "...so did Amy get back alright?" ...He didn't know why he was bringing last night up at all, they could've probably gone through an encounter without talking about it, but there was a part of him that was wondering what Pandect was thinking.

"She got home very well, thank you," Pandect politely, his parlor manners reemerging in full force, soon he'd offer Jamie tea and maple candy. "She was very complimentary," he cleared his throat. "I hope you've had a good time as well."

Complimentary, huh... Yeah, Jamie bet. ...he tried his best not to let his mind wander off to the thoughts of last night (they didn't even do anything, and he was still a spaz) and focused on making conversation with Pandect.

"Uh. Yeah. Was fun."

"Yes. Well," Pandect rocked on his heels a little, "Four muffins please. I'm glad she's making friends, its difficult for her to reconnect with her old acquaintances while working the night shift."

He really had a weakness for Jamie's muffins, they were like angel crack.

Getting up, Jamie started to place muffins in the box, scheming to place a mysterious fifth one in there as well.

What, he wasn't a mathematician. It was totally plausible that he just miscounted...

"Maybe she can plan something with them on their days off."

"Indeed, although she seems to to have imprinted on me like a baby duckling," he muttered to himself. "And she certainly enjoys your company," Pandect said eying Jamie and the muffins respectively. Jamie had that same dazed look on his face as always, but he seemed innocent enough.

"Maybe you should do more things with her then." Jamie tied the box shut, placing it on the counter, glancing up at Pandect. "...or we could all do something?" ...because if someone else was there, that'd reduce the chance that it'd be considered a date.

"I'm sure Amy would enjoy that," Pandect smiled softly. At least that way, Pandect thought, it couldn't really be considered a date. "If you want to call on her, she's staying at room three at the Lamplighter Motel until some... property damage at her apartment can be fixed."

"...Oh, uh. Well, since you're gonna see her anyway..." Jamie shrugged. ...He was kind of scared to invite her to a social event of any sort, just because he didn't want to be misunderstood. And if Pandect asked her about it, then there's no way it could be considered a date.

Pandect raised an eyebrow, holding onto his muffins protectively, "'Since I'm going to see her anyway' what?"

"...Uh, well, don't you work there?" Aw, damn. Did he already say something wrong? He spent a couple moments rethinking it through his mind, he didn't think he did...

"No, I know," Pandect said and slid across a ten. "It's just your previous sentence was missing a verb," (since when was Pandect an English teacher?), "'since I'm going to see her anyway' and then what do you want me to do, ask her to some event for you? Ask her how she is doing? Give her some message?" He didn't really mean to be short, it was just social interaction (especially social interaction that may or may not involve mooning) in vast quantities (which is to say more than on conversation per day, in which category he was counting having the contents of Amy's curio cabinet throw at his head to the tune of incessant wailing) wore on him.

And his side hurt.

"Oh. Uh..." Jamie ran his hand through his hair, "...ask her if she'd like all of us to do something sometime?" He offered, taking the ten and exchanging it for spare change bills, which he handed to Pandect.

"Okay," Pandect nodded. "I will." He looked at the change in his hand, "You need a tip jar."

"Jars cost money. No money for a jar." He simply stated, in a deadpan tone of voice. 'course, that was just Jamie's way of saying, 'I don't want a tip, but thanks.'

Snorting, Pandect covered a smile, "Good man." You had to respect a man with a sense of hard work and independence. He shoved his change in his pocket, "I''ll see you tomorrow then?"

Giving a short wave of his hand, Jamie nodded. "Yeah. Same time, same place?" He deadpanned again.

"Indeed," he gave a small salute and escaped with his muffins.