Candyman | Thaddeus

[attr="class","tweedles"]Some might think JJ got more sweets than she needed at her job, and they'd probably be right, but she didn't eat treats because she needed them. She ate because she wanted them and nobody was around to stop her. Her self-control was remarkably weak like that. Still, for all the sugar she got at work, she liked visiting Honeydukes to see what kinds of sweets she might like to incorporate into her treats. Seasonal candies were always great toppers for cupcakes, and certain things went well into biscuits or breads. Hell, she'd managed to come up with a candy-cornbread, an obvious play on cornbread, and people had actually liked it. It didn't always work, of course, some candies just weren't meant to be baked, but the fun was in the creation. The best part about inventing something new, was the trial-and-error process, getting dirty with flour and sugar until she'd crafted a delicious new treat to display. Everybody had their craft, and baking was hers.

JJ was browsing the aisles, her basket stocked with several varieties of licorice, a pack of rainbow candy canes, and chocolate frogs to bring home. She started humming an old song her mother used to sing while baking, the tune was a catchy one. It was kind of raunchy, when you actually listened to the lyrics, and JJ was actually surprised her mother had even taught it to her at such a young age. Considering how JJ turned out, she doubted it would have made a difference, but still. Her parents had always been pretty open about things like that anyway.

She was just about to turn towards another aisle, hard candies, when she spotted a vaguely familiar face. It took a few moments to place it, but then she remembered the bartender from the Roadhouse, a place JJ frequented some weekends for a late supper and a few drinks when she wasn't feeling the club scene. "It's a bit odd, seeing someone you've only ever seen in one place out and about like a regular person."