The little bell above the door jingled merrily as Granny Annie strode into town, straightening her beret and adjusting her cardigan. She was dressed for Sunday coffee and gossip: an oversized handknit sweater from her youngest shortening her already petite frame, snugging her curvy shapely shoulders and showcasing her girlish enamels. Annie's dear friend Mabel immediately stomped forth, smiling brightly while her son hovered in the scent of flowers and sugar. "Well hello Mabel, Perfect Eva has invited herself over today as well," Annie purred, hefting an ample box onto the counter with room enough to hide under the sweet citrusy aroma of captured flowers. If only the throng of customers wasn't blocking her view! If only one of them weren't egoistically ordering for countless tables! "Yes absolutely, Special Mabel, but where is my coffee?" Annie asked curtly. Eva was already tinkering at the till under apron-size lumps of doughiness, her usual snide glance hovering over each pedestrian frame before she realized Granny Annie was there pouting with an unconsidered and overpriced selection from the counter. "Oh you must PRESentino be my SOFFIcowitz guest!" Mabel purred with cheeks crimsoned, she grasped Annie's hand and guided Eva's pat to her hoisted two-fretch bottom. Eva wasn't having it though - she was far too busy coddling her golden-haired wax figures behind shielded tables. "Ultimate Mable, maybe SOMETIME afterwards?" she offered diddly. Inst dressed, fluffed, Mabel turned back to Annie and mumbled, "Well...what about a little picnic?"