Charlie “Sky” Winchester<br/>Location: GP: GCC<br/>Tagged : Bryn<br/><br/>She stepped forward, forcing a smile. “Philosopher-Queen. Makes me think of Elizabeth 1. You know during the 1580s she shed a lot of things. Swords, high drama, all of that went away.  She chose to set forth the image of this philosopher-queen,” she raised her eyebrows at the words and her smile grew. “this learned queen, whose studies would transcend myopic sectarian division. It helped her a lot in the 1580s and 1590s, but I’m sure that’s not what you meant when you called me that. It was just a name.”<br/><br/>She stepped closer to the counter and let her hands rest easily upon the cold surface. “White chocolate. Really? I seem like that kind of girl? I never imagined that.” Her fingers came up to scratch at her chin. “Oh well,” she said softly with a shrug. “The last surveys I saw said that chocolate and vanilla were the most popular flavors. Granted that’s been some time ago, so I’m sure it’s changed by now. With the introduction of so many flavors these days, like White chocolate,” she mused, her smile becoming more genuine. Charlie had been given a decent education. Her family could afford it. It was one of the things they wanted for her that she didn’t disagree to or loathe them for.<br/><br/>“I grew up further south from here. You know down there they like their sweet tea, fried chicken, apple pies, and banana puddings,” she told him, speaking in a pronounced southern accent she had managed to lose. “I’ve let my accent slip as I’ve been….living abroad you might say. My point is, we like our butter pecan ice cream in the south, and that’s the kind of gal I am. So if you don’t mind a cone of that would be peachy.”  Charlie had thought about going into which regions preferred what, but in this case, she thought it best to just get right to the point. She had already rambled with her philiosher-queen remarks.  “Oh and go ahead and use that slogan if you want. I’ll take a cone of butter pecan daily as payment,” she teased. Sure money would have been better, if Charlie would just go home, money would no longer be an issue.<br/><br/>She gave him a quick look over, trying not to be too oblivious. “Bryn. Nice to meet you. I overheard you telling the girl before your name. Sky.  Nice to meet you.”We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing our own skin. Andre Berthiaume said that. So tell me, which mask are you wearing? The owner scooping up ice cream in a place like this? I know you’ve got people for that. All people like you have people like that. People to do what they want them to. People to do the work.  You’re the owner. You’ve got money. You’ve got people. So why the mask of just a common employee? I’m sure there’s nothing common about you.”