Flufftober Day 11
Prompt: Meet Cute
Pairing: Daphne Woodbridge and Milward Phelps (Star of Christmas/Easter Carol with a BRAND NEW PETUNIA CHARACTER MAKING HER INTERNET DEBUT)
Daphne Woodbridge was at the church to see the Star of Christmas. Every journalist for The London Post Gazette was. And as they watched the performance - the rocketing in, the very cute cucumber illuminated with electric lights on the scenery rather than the star itself - they all knew it would be all over the next day’s front page.
While many of her colleagues seemed to gravitate towards the angle of not even showing the star and how the pageant was still wonderful, Daphne was more interested in a certain individual. The rocket carried 5 different veggies. Reverend Gilbert and his son, Edmund, playwrights Cavis Appythart and Milward Phelps…and an asparagus who didn’t seem related to the show at all.
She hummed and hawed over it. He was sat next to Effie Pickering - was he possibly an actor? Daphne loved the theatre, and his face didn’t seem familiar. He was an asparagus - perhaps a relative of the pastor and his family?
As the masses filed out after mass, Daphne unfortunately lost the man in the crowd. But who might possibly know more? The rhubarb scanned the crowd…no sign of the reverend or his family…but…was that old man Nezzer? Talking to Cavis Appythart?
She waited for her chance, and then, as soon as whatever conversation they were having closed, she moved in. “Cavis Appythart? Daphne Woodbridge of the London Post Gazette.”
“Oh.” The tomato winced. “Hi.”
“Can I ask you who that fifth person who flew into the theatre was?” She asked.
“There were only four of us.” Cavis replied, confused.
Daphne shook her head “the third asparagus-“
“There were only two.” Cavis spoke assuredly “Edmund and the Reverend.”
“Hey, Cavis,” a voice soon interrupted “Were we still gonna pop by the jail and visit Mr. Pincher?”
“In a moment, Milward.” Cavis shook his head. “As I was saying, there were only the four of us on that carriage-“
“Until we went through the bank!” Milward interrupted, eyes wide with excitement “Then we picked up a hitchhiker! Boy, THAT was crazy-“
“A hitchhiker?” Daphne questioned, the fire in the search for her lead reignited.
“Yeah, we picked him up inside the bank, seemed like his shift was done anyway, but…” Milward trailed off, before suddenly becoming a lot more…bashful. “Uh, sorry, who are you? I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Daphne Woodbridge.” She introduced. “Of the London Post Gazette.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Woodbridge,” the cucumber smiled sheepishly. “I’m-“
“Milward Phelps!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I’m a huge fan of your work. Your composition for turtle wax was inspired.” She gushed.
“Why thank you!” He smiled proudly.
“We wrote that together-“ Cavis tried to interject.
He went unheard. “Mr. Phelps, would I be able to schedule an interview? Find out more about the rogue hitchhiker at the bank?”
“Sure!” He beamed. “I’m free all the time, since our shows cancelled due to the theatre burning down and…I’m not free,” he sighed. “Since I’ll be working for Uncle Nezzer to pay it off. The only time I’d be available would be well after dinner, and I don’t think your husband would think kindly of you meeting up with another man at that hour.”
“I don’t have a husband.” She giggled. “So that won’t be an issue.”
“Your boyfriend, then.” Milward corrected.
“Don’t have one of those at the moment either.” She batted her eyelashes. “So I can meet you when you’re free. F-for an interview, of course!”
Milward’s face lit up far more than it should have to be accepting an interview. “Yes! I look forward to it! Say tomorrow outside Nezzer’s factory?”
“Sounds perfect!” She, too, was looking forward to this more than a usual interview, but didn’t dare say that out loud. She wouldn’t want to jinx anything.
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