Rosie handed a customer a severed pinky finger in a cupcake wrapper, giving them her usual grin as she waved them off. Her gaze wandered to the front doors, where she noticed an old friend. The smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with the metallic tang of blood filled the air of her emporium, the soft jazz playing on an old record player providing the perfect backdrop to the macabre scene.

Her grin widened as she walked out from behind the counter, ignoring the crowd of cannibal colony customers. The heels of her black shoes clicked against the wooden floor as she made her way toward the entrance.

"Oh my stars! Do my eyes deceive me? How long's it been? How have you been? Oh don't be so silent! Come, sit!"

She put her hand on their back, bringing them to a small table with two chairs near a window in the emporium. Sunlight filtered through the dusty glass, catching the red feathers on her hat as she sat herself down, lifting the tea cup up to take a drink. The瓷器 clinked softly against the saucer as she set it down, her black eyes regarding her old friend with curiosity and amusement.