Cosmagic Kitchen: Gabriella
By Ordos Tsceri


"This is our big day," Faye Constantine told her assistants, smiling with hopeful, anxious energy.  

Despite everything, she was a bit nervous.  She'd spent the last three years studying to become a Cosmagic accredited chefess.  Getting her accreditation had been the happiest day of her life, and now here she was, a mere six weeks later, about to open her own Cosmagic Kitchen in the White Oaks shopping mall.  

Faye looked around, taking in the shop she'd spent the last month and a half preparing.  She'd managed to get a fairly large lot, formerly an eat-in restaurant, and had had extensive modification done to repurpose it.  The back two-thirds resembled any professional kitchen, stocked with ingredients and dozens of specialized Cosmagic devices while the front third was a picturesque pastry shop, with clean white tiles and neat shelves lining the walls.

"Today's our grand opening!  You all know what to do, so let's go and make this a memorable day!"  Faye clasped her hands in punctuation and the gathered assistants let out their own little cheers before rushing back to their duties.  Everybody was anxious for their opening, but Faye knew her assistants were well trained; they'd channel that energy into checking and rechecking the machines, tools, ingredients, and making sure everything would go smoothly.

Before she went to open the store's metal awning for the first time Faye checked herself out in a mirror by the kitchen.   Like all graduates of Cosmagic's culinary program, she'd ended up with womanly hips and a well-endowed bosom.  Despite the great temptations in her line of work, she'd kept herself more or less in shape, leaving her by no means chubby but definitely well filled out.  She stood five foot ten, with breasts that were surprisingly perky D-cups, curvy hips, gropable ass, and a sway to her walk that always drew eyes.  Her shoulder length auburn hair was tied into a braid behind her head, her milky skin dotted with a handful of freckles about her cute nose.  Her rosy, kissable lips were pulled into an eager smile, and her large hazel eyes were alight with excitement.  

She checked the apron she wore as pretty much her only clothing.  The dress code was rather strict; all Cosmagic Kitchen employees and managers were expected to war a chef's apron, and Faye was always proud of how well she pulled it off.  The simple white garment stretched over her breasts, showing off a generous amount of side-boob but more or less preserving her modesty.  The apron ran down her front, strapped over and around her shoulders and again above her hips, strings running between her ass-cheeks offering a bikini's worth of coverage, but enough to conceal what modesty demanded.  The bottom of the apron dangled in front of her thighs, flipping about teasingly with every step she took on her simple black, open-faced high-heeled shoes.  

With a bounce to her step, she sauntered out of the kitchen, past the store-front, and lifted the aluminum-gate at eight AM sharp, just as the first Saturday customers were meandering into the mall.

She took in a deep breath; Cosmagic Kitchen was open for business.


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Gabriella Kinsley was killing an idle Saturday morning at the mall.  The twenty-six year old broker found herself between boyfriends and somewhat restless this weekend, so she got up early, slipped into a comfortable sundress and nice pair of sandals, and resolved to have some fun.  She'd probably go clubbing later, but for the moment she thought she'd just people watch in the nice, air-conditioned White Oaks mall, grab a smoothie, maybe find someone to flirt with…

She knew she was attractive.  She didn't exercise much but she knew how to balance her diet, keeping herself slim healthy.  Her respectable b-cup breasts were still as perky as they were in high school, and her shoulder length brown hair hung about her with a shiny gloss she worked hard to maintain.  Her face was classically beautiful, just a hint of her distant gypsy heritage adding a tad of exoticness to her features, particularly around her dusky brown eyes.  

Gabriella was in a good mood.  She felt confident, in control… sure, her bed might be a tad chilly now, but by the end of the weekend she should have that problem nicely rectified.

Still, the mall was awfully slow this early on.  She casually walked around the main court, idly contemplating picking up a new pair of shoes, or maybe something more flashy for a night club.  A small, beige purse hung around her elegant shoulder, and she had more than enough money on hand to splurge on something that caught her eyes.  It was just a matter of deciding what to spend it on.  She looked at the nearby signs, trying to keep track of what stores had moved in recently.  A Shoe Palace, Gothic Seal… Babbling Creek had good stuff every now and then, but usually nothing for a woman as tall herself…

Gabriella stopped, her eyes widening as she read a new  sign.  She had to reread three times before she could believe her eyes.


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A half-hour into the day and Faye was beginning to worry.  So far no one had entered the shop.  She was leaning by its entryway now, hoping to at least get some foot traffic by flaunting her breasts when a leggy brunette had stopped a few feet away from her.  She stared at the sign above the entrance, and then looked at Faye.  After a second, she spoke.   

"Cosmagic… kitchen?  Like that video?" the woman asked, a note of cautious hope in her voice.  

"Depends," Faye replied, sauntering up to the shopper.  She casually ran her eyes over the girl's form, making an effort to contain her own budding excitement at an actual client.  Maybe she could kick things off right, now.  "What video are we talking about?"

The woman looked down, her olive skin reddened by a rosy blush, "I saw it on the internet… it was like an infomercial… there was this woman, Vanessa… a red-head… and she stepped into this machine…"

"Ah, yes," Faye smiled at the memory, "I know the one you're talking about.  I heard Vanessa mad some lovely ice cream.  Shame I couldn't get a taste."

The woman's eyes widened, "so… it wasn't just a trick?  And the other girls?  Emily and Kamiko?"

Faye laughed, stepping up to the woman and casually putting her hand on the girl's shoulder.  She seemed a bit nervous by the contact, but quickly relaxed.  "No tricks!  We really filmed that, using devices and recipes all our locations have.  Today's our grand opening in this mall, why don't you step on in and see what we have to offer?"

"Well… sure.  Oh, and my name's Gabriella," she said, still blushing as she allowed Faye to lead her past the shop's doors.  

"I'm afraid our selection is a tad thin.  You understand, it takes a bit for a new location to get stocked up, and until then we only have some non-perishables corporate sends us, hard candies and the like."

Faye lifted her arm and Gabriella slipped out, taking a closer look at the shelf.  Indeed, the selection was relatively sparse, but the bags of colorful candies along one of the walls did look attractive.  The candies were filled into small, clear plastic bags, arranged in rows next to eight-by-six pictures of smiling women.  There were bags of jelly beans next to a picture of a grinning latina woman's portrait, stenciled with the name 'Maria', right next to bags of brightly colored gummy bears and a picture of a sweet looking Asian girl with the name "Kim".  On closer inspection, the gummis were actually shaped like miniature women, with large, disproportionate breasts and hips.

"Do you mean these were… people?" Gabriella asked, her mouth watering and her other lips becoming surprisingly, embarrassingly damp.  

"Yup!" Faye chirped, very close behind her prospective customer, "they were processed a few days ago at the Cosmagic facility upstate, and portions of them were packaged and shipped to the kitchens in the region.  We don't do much off-site, but we do need some product to get things going."

Gabriella nervously licked her lip.  When she saw the video, the demonstration, she would have sworn it was fake.  Special effects and all that.  She couldn't believe that these people had willingly let themselves get turned into food…  She half-expected them to be turned back by the end, or for there to be a reveal and a corny laugh, but neither ever came.  They were turned into desserts.  Beautiful, almost sensual desserts.  And then the audience ate them all up.  Gabriella bookmarked the video and returned to it dozens of times, first out of a strange fascination… but over time, she found herself watching the video at night, before bed, and touching herself as her nipples grew hard and her pussy hungry as she watched.  

Gabriella turned around as a woman in a white chef's apron and precious little else pulled out a large machine, from the backrooms and down the empty store front, and out to the mall's causeway.  It had a cylinder over six feet tall connected to a series of rectangular devices, all on the same rolling base.  

"What's that?" Gabriella asked, Faye moving to her side, letting her hand brush against the shopper's.  

"Well, we don't have very much merchandise to start out with, but we wanted our first day to be special.  Grand opening and all that.  So we thought we'd give out some free samples, maybe put on a little show of our first custom orders."

"You do custom orders?" Gabriella asked, letting her fingers brush against Faye's.  She liked this woman's touch.  Her warmth, her smell… was she wearing a cinnamon perfume?  It was something ephemeral, sweet…

"You could say all of our business is custom orders!  Every special ingredient has her own unique flavor, her own bouquet of delicate possibilities, and we work to bring those out.  People come to us with requests and we strive to accommodate.  This time next week, these counters will be filled with custom cakes waiting for pick-up, fruit tarts, pies, sweet rolls, pastries… all of them unique, and all of them just flying off the shelves!"

Without further preamble, Faye spun around and planted her lips on Gabriella's.  She lovingly licked the woman's lips, stroked her tongue, and held her tight in a warm embrace that Garbiella almost instinctively returned, growing weak in the knees as she leaned onto the busty, scantily clad cheffess.  

"Sorry," Faye whispered, licking her lips as she pulled away from the kiss, her hazel eyes alight as she looked longingly onto Gabriella.  "Sometimes I just get so excited about my work…"  Behind the two, a couple of the staff cheffesses giggled at the pair.

"That's… okay," Gabriella replied, knees wobbling a bit.  She had to fight the urge to just collapse into this woman's arms, nuzzle her neck and let the woman's soft breasts and sensual scent envelop her.  "I… kind of enjoyed that."

Faye's full lips curved into a luscious smile, "maybe you could help me with something?  You seem like a sweet girl…" Faye let out a soft chuckle, "actually, scratch that; I can personally vouch that you are a sweet girl."

"Oh, stop," Gabriella bashfully chided, allowing Faye to take her hand and guide her, walking out the store's front.  She saw signs being prepared, busty assistants in flimsy revealing chef aprons and high heels writing lines on chalk boards… the line "cakes; twenty dollars a pound, ask about volunteer discount" caught her eye.  

"Volunteer discount?" she asked, awkwardly thinking of something the two could talk about.  She felt like she was sixteen, out on her first date again.  Warm, pleasantly embarrassed, and unsure of what to do or how far to go.

"Well, we're a business.  We make the best treats and desserts there are, and we have to charge enough to cover our expenses," Faye replied, still holding Gabriella's hand as the two of them walked, "but really, the greatest expense comes from scarcity.  Buying a platter of cupcakes, or a cake big enough for a real party can be prohibitively expensive… but if the order comes with the donation of the main ingredient, then we cut a much easier price.  A lot of our business involves an order that doesn't use up even half of the special ingredient provided, so we give them the treats for free and make our money by selling the rest."

Gabriella shuddered.  It was so tantalizingly easy to forget that the 'ingredients' Faye kept on talking about were actually women.  "So… you can't just use half of them, er, the ingredients and restore the rest?"

"Nope!" Faye happily chirped, still holding the woman's hand as they walked by the store front, where a couple assistants were setting things up for a public show.  A couple people were standing around the nearby court and watching, probably ogling the scantily clad chefesses more than anything.  "Once the ingredients are prepared, they can't be un-prepared.  Some methods don't have to use all the ingredient, but really, it's just not worth the hassle.  Whenever we try it, the ingredient just ends up asking to be processed all the way in a couple days."

Gabriella's eyes widened.  "R-really?"

"Have you ever been nibbled?" Faye asked, turning abruptly to Gabriella and leaning in close, her scent intoxicating, her warmth soft and inviting.  "Have you ever had a guy just lick at your neck or nibble your ear?"  She gave a demonstration, her lips gently caressing the nape of Gabriella's neck, her tongue delicately wetting her sensitive skin.  Gabriella let out a breathless whimper.

"It's a lot like that, only more so.  Everywhere.  It's a lot like sex; intense, intimate, and no one ever wants to stop half way through."  She whispered the words, breathing their truth onto Gabriella's neck as her heart raced.  

"May I ask a favor of you?" Faye asked, returning to a normal posture and volume.  

"Of course," Gabriella instantly replied, a tad shaken by the sudden tone shift, but utterly fascinated by this person in a way she'd never felt for another woman before.

"We don't have much inventory, and we want to do something special for our opening, so would you mind helping me make some chocolate bars?"

"That sounds fun," she could hardly believe the words coming out of her lips.  Again, she had flashbacks to her first dates, the awkward, wonderful night she lost her virginity.  She vaguely recalled uttering those exact same words…

"Splendid!"  Faye hugged the Gabriella, who smiled and returned the squeeze, breathing in Faye's scent deeply and, to her own embarrassment, sneaking a squeeze of the girl's plump tush.  Faye didn't seem to mind, and was still beaming when the hug ended.

"Alright, first things first, you'll need to disrobe," Faye chirped, guiding Gabriella a few feet to where an assistant had a camera set up in front of a blue-backdrop.

"Right here?" she asked, suddenly aware of the crowd that had gathered around the store front.  Dozens of people had stopped their shopping and were lounging around, eyes fixed on the strange scene playing out.  

"Don't worry.  We cleared things with the Mall's administration.  They won't mind us putting on the stray show or two.  Besides, we can't risk having that lovely dress get stained.  Chocolate can just be impossible to wash out."

"I… I guess you're right," Gabriella said.  Tentatively, she slipped the straps of her sundress off her shoulders.  Faye deftly positioned her warm hands against Gabriella's shoulders and smoothly tugged the garment up and off her once it was lose.  She carelessly tossed it onto the ground beside her, and no sooner had it landed in a crumpled heap had she expertly unclasped Gabriella's bra.

Gabriella gasped and blushed as her brassier fell off, quickly bringing up her right arm to cover her respectable breasts, concealing her nipples behind her hand and elbow.  She licked her lips nervously, her eyes darting over the gathering crowd.  They were astonished at the show, and Gabriella herself was more than a little amazed that she was stripping naked in front of them.

"Lift your feet," Faye instructed as she gently but swiftly tugged down Gabriella's panties.  Gabriella let out a startled squeak, but quickly complied, lifting her left foot and then her right, allowing the chefess to remove her panties and sandals.  She obviously had practice with this.  

"You're sure they won't get messy this way?" Gabriella asked as a busty redhead in a chef's apron quickly picked up the pile of her discarded clothes and purse and ferried them inside.  "Where's she going?" she asked, a tad alarmed.

"Don't worry," Faye reassured her, placing a comforting arm over her shoulders and landing a peck on her cheek.  She noticed that Faye used the kiss to sneak in a tiny lick of her cheek, and the attention made her blush deepen.  "We have a bin where we keep these things.  No one will walk away with them while you help me.  Now, just stand over here and we'll take your picture."

"Oh, that's good to know," she said as she followed stood by the blue backdrop.  The assistant who pulled out the large device took her place behind the camera, and Gabriella smiled shyly, still covering her breasts and sex.  The camera flashed and an instant later Faye was on her again, grabbing her hand and gently tugging her towards the large machine.

"That was perfect.  And now the fun part begins!"  

"Um… what exactly will I be doing?  I've never made chocolate before," Gabriella said, bashful but excited.  She followed Faye, her eyes drifting down to the chefess' plump ass, womanly hips, and beautiful figure.

"Don't worry.  You'll be a natural.  Here," Faye helped Gabriella up onto a circular platform.  She eagerly complied, happy to help this woman, not minding so much that her hand was away from her privates and she was showing of her neatly trimmed bush and delicate maidenhood for all to see.  

And then she saw it.  The blonde assistant had been updating the black-board sign hanging in front of the shop's window.  It had been blank when she first walked by, but now it had been updated, in flowing feminine chalk-writing, "Today's Special: Gabreilla Bars, Free Samples!"  

Gabriella's mouth opened, letting a soft gasp escape her lips.  She was going to be the special ingredient.  She wasn't going to make chocolate, she was going to be chocolate.  But the real surprise was that she already knew that.  Seeing her name listed as the day's merchandise drove it home, forced her to confront the fact, but she realized she already knew.  She knew the moment that amazing woman asked for her help… maybe even as early as seeing the Cosmagic Kitchen sign.

She'd spent quite a few nights after fingering herself wondering about Emily and Kamiko, the girls who had volunteered from the audience to demonstrate Cosmagic's wondrous techniques of making edible girls.  She'd fallen asleep trying to figure out if they knew what was going to happen to them, when they realized they agreed to be turned into desserts.  She'd never know (they certainly weren't in a position to tell anyone), but she suspected that, perhaps, their secret desires slipped beneath their conscious reason, quietly edging them on to embrace their destinies…

Her contemplation was broken by soft, passionate lips on her own, and a tongue that could wake slumbering gods slid delightfully over hers.  She smiled dreamily at Faye.

"I'll handle it from here," she purred, "you just have fun and think tasty thoughts!"

"Okay," she murmured in response, as Faye slid a clear glass barrier around the circular platform, closing the six-foot cylindrical chamber of the device.  If she wanted to object or back out, Gabriella knew, it was too late now.

"The process is simple," Faye spoke up, addressing the gathered crowd that gawked at the naked woman in the tube.  "First, let's have a round of applause for our lovely volunteer, Gabriella!"  The people duly clapped, mostly baffled as to what was going on but enjoying the show none the less.  Gabriella smiled nervously, waving awkwardly at the crowd from within the confines of the fairly small tube.

"Don't worry; we'll all be able to arrange a much more personal demonstration of our gratitude in a moment."  She turned towards the device and flipped a switch on the nearby console.  

Gabriella felt the fine spray on the top of her head first, shortly before another one began misting over her back.  The scent came to her a second afterward; chocolate.  It smelled divine, deep, dark and rich.  She let out a squeak of surprise as the circular base she was on started moving, rotating her as the sprayers above and behind her continued to spin, coating her body in decadent darkness.

"This lovely device is one of our many specialized machines.  We love working by hand, but some orders require a slightly more industrial approach.  This wonderful piece of equipment lets us convert lovely volunteers into even lovelier chocolate bars.  There are options to include amenities like nuts and caramel, but sometimes simple chocolate is just best.  Isn't that right, Gabriella?"

Gabriella opened her mouth, but that all escaped her lips was a soft moan.  The chocolate spray felt amazing.  She'd already had two full rotations, and now there wasn't a spot on her body that wasn't coated in the incredible stuff.  Her skin cool and almost madly sensitive as the chocolate spray painted her with another coat, and what little managed to get inside her mouth tasted better than anything she'd ever had.

"Right now Gabriella is being coated with our signature confectioner's chocolate.  This mix has been enchanted into a powerful transformative agent, and is rapidly helping our kind ingredient on her way to our shelves and your mouths."

Faye's narration was almost torturously arousing.  Gabriella hadn't felt so turned on in… well, longer than she could remember.  The chocolate treatment, the moving pedestal, the gawking crowd, it all made her body feel alive, invigorated, and left her yearning for actual touch.  She tried to give in, to squeeze her coated breasts and stroke her dark womanhood, but she found she couldn't move.  She wasn't breathing, she felt no heartbeat… just excitement.  Her body was solid, and she realized she'd never move again, but the thought only made her more eager.  

She felt glorious.  Every inch of her tingled with delightful electricity.  If she could still move she would have howled her arousal, her pleasure.  She wanted, desperately, to be touched… but she just stood there as the rotation and the spraying ceased and she was left standing, facing the crowd.  

"As you can see, our glamorous Gabreilla is now completely chocolate.  Every inch and feature of her beauty and grace seamlessly captured in the sweet medium.  We do offer chocolate statues, of course, and while they can be the perfect thing for a celebration, a wedding gift, or maybe just a way to capture a special sweet moment, our gracious ingredient is destined for something a bit more practical."

Faye hit another switch on her console and Gabriella's world went blurry.  She felt her impossibly sensitive still form grow warm, although she couldn't tell if it was the warmth of heat or of her own arousal.  The first rolling drop, that whispered its way across the curves of her breast and thigh seemed to answer that question with a fairly strong 'both'.  

She was melting.  She was made of chocolate and she was melting.  She wanted to laugh as each drop tickled its way across her unmoving form, the feeling some intoxicating mix of a playful feather dancing over her body and a lover's lips kissing their way to her sex.  It quickly grew most intense along her feet, and after a couple seconds she realized she was sinking.  She truly was made of chocolate now, through and through, she giddily reflected and inches of her height melted away.

The bottom disc of the cylinder reformed itself, its edges curving upward to catch the falling drops of Gabriella and channel them into a hole that opened up beneath her liquefying feet.  She could feel the drops and the lowest parts of her body slip into the hole, mingling until she had no idea which part used to be her feet or hair or nipples as it mixed together.  She was being funneled into the machine as it hummed to life.

"As you can see, our chocolate Gabriella is being funneled into the molding machine.  The themautigal calibration will sculpt the output to resemble the special ingredient, but other variations are available by request.  This service is absolutely perfect for those looking to cater a large meeting, or people who want their cosmagic experience to stretch a long way.  In Gabriella's case, we're making her into generously proportioned eighty gram chocolate bars, so we expect to produce well over seven hundred individual pieces from her."

Over seven hundred, Gabriella hazily realized as more and more of her poured down the drain.  She could feel… something.  She had no words, no clear conception of what was happening to her within the machine, but it felt amazing, being squeezed, squirted, mixed… she did catch an ongoing blast of cool air, re-solidifying tiny portions of her.  They felt just as real, just as much her center of being as her head, which made a sort of sense.  Chocolate doesn't have a brain, after all.

Not that she could focus on such questions.  Whatever her new state did or did not have, the feeling was so grand it overwhelmed conscious thought.  She lazily tried to puzzle her predicament, to worry about how long she'd last as even a thousand chocolate bars, but every time she quickly gave up, letting her mind soar on the feelings consuming her.  Things were a blur of melting passion, teasing cold, hazy sensual motion, and delicious tight confinement when the last of her dripped through the funnel.

Faye strutted to the far end of the device, her hips swaying with the excitement that always came from making a dessert.  An inclined roller began to spin, six inch long wrapped figures slipping from it, one after the other, deposing them into a cardboard box below.

Faye daintily picked one up and showed it to the crowd.  It was an average sized chocolate bar, its wrapper tightly outlining a woman's figure.  The wrapper was a soft lavender, nutritional information printed on the back end and most of the front depicting the picture of Gabriella, bashfully smiling with her hand covering her nude breasts.  In flowing blue letters the words 'Gabriella Chocolate Bar' were written beneath her portrait.  

"And here we have our finished product!" she deftly pinched the top of the wrapper and pealed it open, revealing the specifics and reveling in the crowd's reaction.  Gabriella felt herself in the girl's hand, aware of how small she was now… the heat from being held was ecstatic, and she found herself anxiously wondering what the heat inside the woman's mouth would feel like.  Her thoughts turned towards being eaten, feeling hot tongues lather her chocolately form, tasting her, melting her, letting seep down warm throats…

The bar itself depicted Gabriella's body, legs together, hips and breasts slightly enlarged, one hand brushing against her lips, the other just dipping towards her nether-lips.  Her face was frozen in an instant of amazement, her mouth slightly opened as though to release a sensual moan, her eyes half closed as though enveloped in private pleasure.  Her countenance was all but orgasmic.  And she was sculpted in one solid, three ounce slab of decadently rich dark chocolate.  

Holding the bar by its feet, Faye placed Gabriella's silently moaning head past her lips and closed down, licking away at her features as the crowd watched, awestruck and silent.

Gabriella was thankful she couldn't talk anymore; she wouldn't have known how to express the joy, the sheer pleasure of Faye's wonderful tongue on her frozen body.  She could have wasted years fruitlessly pouring over paper and keyboard, but instead she'd just get to enjoy it.  Her essences was melting, erupting with pleasure and passion as she got to become ever closer with this wonderful woman, helpless and aroused.  

With a bit of force Faye bit down and the bar snapped just below the shoulder.  She didn't chew any further, but let the bite melt on her tongue.  She could feel bits of Gabriella's revelry, and as always she was a little bit envious of the ingredient.  She closed her eyes, letting the bite of Gabriella melt in her mouth, her flavor and passion and energy intermixing as she trickled down her throat.  Faye felt her body's growing arousal, carried on from her snack; her nipples grew erect beneath her apron, her skin felt sensitive and flush, her womanhood warm and wet.

Faye finally swallowed her first bite of the girl and turned towards the crowd.  "She turned out perfectly!  But you don't need to take my word for it; today only, we're offering Gabriella bars free of charge, our own special little gift celebrating our new location and all our new customers!"

There was a cheer from the crowd, despite the many people who were shocked and silent, disbelieving of what they'd just witnessed.  Many more approached the store, cautiously at first, following the assistant who carried the first box of Gabriella bars into the shop and placed them on a shelf by the gummi bears.  

The anticipation was almost too much for Gabriella to bear… not that she could do anything about it.  She was chocolate now, she giddily reflected, and chocolate doesn't get a say on who eats it or when.  She just hoped it was soon… and that Gabriella would finish the piece of her she'd already swallowed.  She could still feel it, permeating through her body, becoming fainter and fainter, and she longed to find out what it felt like to follow.  She would have sung hymns of jubilation when Faye took her next bite, this time breaking off the bar's torso just below her breasts.  

Faye smiled, savoring the chocolate girl and relieved at how well the day was going.  She had worried that the first day might flounder or start off slow, but from the looks of things she'd have plenty to keep her busy.  Her line of thought was momentarily disrupted with her next bite of Gabriella; she turned out good.  Better than expected, even by Faye's high standards.  

As she took her next bite, watching an assistant pick up the next full box of Gabriella bars a shy looking young woman in a simple white blouse with deep, large blue eyes cautiously approached her.  

"Can I help you?" she cheerily asked, looking the young woman over.  She had to be in high school.  

"Um… well, you see… there's this boy I like… and," she blushed, the red contrasting beautifully with her fair skin and delicate blonde, curly hair, "um… he really likes these fruit-cream puffs..."

Faye smiled, "I can definitely help you there."