Danielle
It was late, but the ringing of the bell, signifying that a customer was here was enough to stir the worker from his napping as Allister walked in, his usual hunched over posture returning (minus the swaying, since that was more a result of him being tired all the time) as he walked up to the counter. Looking through the goods, this place still had a full inventory despite the late hour, he picked out a cookie and said, "That," While dropping down the right amount of money.

"Certainly," The worker said. He pulled out the cookie and started packaging it in a fancy cardboard box, honestly a waste in Allister's opinion. Seriously, he was right there, just hand it to him. Oh well. "Say," The man said. And Allister had to stop himself from sighing at the attempt at socializing. "You wouldn't happen to be that little gym leader from Galar would you? Wow! My son absolutely loves you, can I get a picture? It would really make his day!"
"Uh..." Luckily for him, something started beeping in the back room, leaving him time to walk off into the corner of the bakery to enjoy his cookie and text Piers:

Ghost Child: Piers. Do you have a moment?

After a few frustrating moments with Nessa, again that would need to be solved later, Piers had actually texted back faster than expected. Did Rai already bother him or something?

Ghost Child: Piers. Do you have a moment?

PunkTrashrat: Sure. What's going on?

Allister Paused, taking a moment to think about what he should say... Just be direct, he decided. It's been working so far, right? He sighed, opening the ~~stupid~~ box with his cookie in it. Taking out the cookie, it smelled amazing, and with the bakery empty as a ghost town now, he saw no harm in taking off his mask to nom on the delicious snack.

Ghost Child: Um... Look... I think Rai wants to make up. Uh, I'm not saying you have to, but um... Look, just, maybe meet him? Forest clearing. That's where I said to meet. Uh, sorry.

He waited for the reply, while eating. He needed to head off soon anyways, since his plan would mean he has to get their first... Squinting, the boy looked out the window of the bakery to see if Piers was doing anything. Just then, he saw something flash and he blinked, spinning around...
"C-could you not?" He tried to gentle ask.
The worker who he'd presumed was gone was sitting behind the counter taking photos of him. "Um, rude?" Allister shrieked, covering his face when the guy took another photo. He grumbled, crumpling the packaging from his cookie into a ball and throwing it before leaving the store. He was *Done* Here, and headed for the forest clearing.

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Della
Alphonse with his guitar on his back was walking through the Plaza looking for a good spot to sit and decided found a good outside the bakery. He enters the bakery ordering a few sones and a crossiant before sitting outside enjoy the island breeze. He lets out his team to strech and relax some sat by Alphonse others lied by the fountain while other flew and wandered around not going off too far from Alphonse. He takes out his guitar and strums a few peaeful notes nothing too loud as to disturb the peace if only it added to it.
William
Cynthia had arrived on the island only earlier that day but decided to stop in town before making her way to the mansion in order to make sure she wouldn't have to get anything later in the evening. One of her stops happened to be the bakery in Sigville. She wanted to grab a gift for a friend she had just learned made it to the island before her. After buying said gift, she exited the bakery and stopped as she listened to a man play a guitar. An instrumentalist herself, she appreciated seeing others play music. "That sounds lovely." She finally spoke, taking a closer look at the guitar.
Della
Alphonse looked up and saw the blonde woman infront of him, he was to focoused on what he was playing to notice her, which he has a bad habit of doing, a tunnel vision of sorts, he's not sure how else to describe it. "Thanks, that means a lot" He replies, he takes any compliment to heart and even some criticism. He gives her his usual charming smile. The guitar was a rich redish brown color that looks old and a bit worn from years of use but somehow it added to the look of it from the neck of the guitar and its frets to the body.
William
Cynthia gave a small smile back. "You play often, I take it?" She asked. She could tell it was an old guitar, though she had never learned how to play. Her musical skills were with a piano, which she had learned from a young age.
Della
Al looks down at the guitar seeing how much its been worn down. He looks back at her with a light cuckle and nods. "Yeah I've had this for years and I've played for as long as I can remember." A responds remembering the memoreis of him playing the guitar and piano as lessons that his father wanted him to take.