un: wellcooked [backdated to april 7th]

[transfusionem]

Does anyone want chocolate chip cookies?

If yes, come to Maverick's little cafe.

Comments

[transfusionem]

It's okay!

And the hot chocolate is free too.

Or he at least didn't charge me for anything.

[betheman]

I shall have to take your word for it then, though I am confused as to how he is funding this at all now!

[transfusionem]

He must have a secret source of hot chocolate he's not telling anyone about that he can tap for this cafe.

[betheman]

A....secret source?

As in a somehow magical one??

[transfusionem]

He did have a magic bag for a while, so maybe? Wouldn't seem out of place if he did.

[betheman]

Ahh...

If he has a magical source, I suppose it makes sense. It is strange to think of there being a magical source of hot cocoa, but it is certainly not the strangest thing...

[transfusionem]

It's not any stranger than half the things that happen here, that's for sure. And anyways, it's just normal hot cocoa so there's no, like, spooky effects going on or anything.

[Just in case that was a concern...]

[betheman]

It is a good reassurance, so I thank you...

[He hadn't even thought of that kind of thing!! Now he will...]

[transfusionem]

It's no problem! Just want to make sure people know what they're in for.

[deuteranope]

boy are you gonna be so fucking disappointed when you realize I just fucking like hot chocolate and buy it in bulk

[betheman]

Why would I be disappointed, that is an explanation that makes sense...

Though, I am still surprised you can afford that if it is all free?

[deuteranope]

there ever gonna be someone out there that hears I'm spending money and it occurs to them hey, it's possible this guy has a job

[betheman]

The time involved in both classes, working, and then managing a stand, is what makes it questionable after all...it does not leave much free time, in theory!

[deuteranope]

turns out I'm fucking awesome

[betheman]

[That's not how he would put it but ok,]

Auh....

Well, as long as you are enjoying yourself, I suppose!

[said the pot to the kettle,]