[ For all the bravado Wolfwood put up, he was actually pretty tired once sleep managed to claim him and he fell in deep. Sure, he hadn't been lying about not feeling tired or sleepy in the moment, but once sleep came for real, all bets were off. Blame it on his supernatural constitution, the freak of a body that was made to knit tiredness out like a wound. Days of continuous travel and odd jobs besides will do a guy in though, and the atmosphere here in their small and closed-off space, someplace that the subconscious part of his mind has stubbornly labeled safe doesn't help.
He grumbles despite the soft touches and the mounting heat of the first sunrise. He lived a few weeks without a schedule, he's not used to having one again yet. ]
Ngh.
[ His brows furrow ever-so-slightly in that annoyance of something trying to wake you when you don't want to, but it softens out very quick like it was never there. ]
[ Well... Vash thinks to himself that maybe it's better to let Wolfwood sleep in, so he gives him a kiss on the nose for a farewell. He's of the mind to get into the shower, take a quick rinse and towel dry his hair to let the suns come out and dry it for him on the way to the bakery, but he finds himself lingering.
Another prayer granted. Wolfwood is still here in the morning and a part of him wonders if this is more than he deserves. He had thought after losing Wolfwood, then Knives, that he was fated to travel alone with only ghosts to keep him company.
...
Since he's already lingering, he indulges himself to dispel the dark pall. Another kiss, but this time on the forehead, then departs for his morning routine. Once done, he returns to check if mister sleepy is awake. ]
[ Wolfwood doesn't dream very often, which he thinks is a boon. He's been plagued with nastiness for as long as he can remember, so a dreamless sleep is far preferable to a sleepless night overall. Even still, he usually has a tendency to wake up tired or unrested, distress still looming on the horizon.
Not today, though. For once in his life, he's relaxed -- not utterly, since he's not used to this yet, and he can never completely drop his guard when he's asleep, but relaxed enough that he doesn't jolt awake at any motion, any sound. The kiss is lovely, and though he isn't dreaming, something pleasant stirs in his conscious, not in a rush to wake him.
He learns today that the general sounds of someone else getting ready can be surprisingly pleasant sounds to wake up to. Vash will never know how much he was actually asleep and how much he was just being stubborn about not waking up, but he does get up slowly with the blanket still draped over his shoulders and letting his eyes adjust to the light. He doesn't care to see much, it's hard to miss the lanky silhouette. ]
You leavin' soon?
[ He has the bad case of the morning gravel. Needs water... coffee is a good substitute right? ]
Yeah! If you weren't going to wake up, I was going to write a note with the address of the bakery.
[ Reaching over, he gently ruffles Wolfwood's hair. Intense bedhead now. He'd take a picture if he remembered to use his cellphone. After returning to No Man's Land, he has forgotten about it when he fell back into his old lifestyle.
Even if Wolfwood's eyes are adjusting, he can practically hear the smile. ]
Still can if you wanted to catch a couple of more winks.[ Hand on his hip. why is he such a morning person i would die ] I was going to head down and ask about a different room, then catch breakfast before I head out. Want me to fetch you a cup of water?
[ Allows this ruffle... his hair sticks up a bit, slowly arching due to gravity but it's not flat. ]
Nah. I'm good.
[ Easily dismissed. This is but a temporary weakness, one that will dissipate once he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up, which is always the first step to properly waking up. He reaches for his usual clothes... idk how or where they keep extra clothes but I refuse to believe they wouldn't be hygienic enough to keep spares. They just have iconic outfits they are beholden to wearing. like all anime characters. ]
You can go ahead and I'll catch up with you for breakfast.
[ That sounds good right? As he tosses on a button up, his favourite style of day shirt I guess. ]
[ I know that Vash actually carries around a bag, but I guess the Punisher... also houses...? Wolfwood's clothes? I don't know. Feel free to use Vash's bag to carry stuff. ]
That's cool with me.
[ Vash will give him a little sailor salute and winks as he meets the door, hand on the knob, and there he goes. The innkeeper is up already, going through their documents, and there's a wafting aroma of breakfast slowly rising from the first floor.
Can't get distracted by the senses right now. Waffles and pancakes can wait! After he requests to have a room change for a double and pays for that, he takes a seat in the dining area. It's nice that breakfast is provided, even their stay costs a little more.
Although, Vash has a discount due to some happenings before Wolfwood's arrival. Don't worry about it. He'll be ordering for them and wait, paying mind to the clock hanging on the wall to make sure he's still on time to head to work later. ]
[ The idea of him keeping clothes inside the cross is so funny. Yeah honestly idk. Wolfwood just laundry-hunting all of the time.
He won't be too long. All it takes is a few splashes of water on his face and making sure his clothes don't look too bad, such as no wrinkles and hopefully no stains that he missed from the previous night. Sometimes it happens when you're the type of guy who constantly gets into trouble. Everything looks good though, so he packs a gun into the holster keeps on under his jacket and leaves his Punisher to rest somewhere comfortably near the door as he leaves for breakfast.
He gives a slight wave as he slides into the seat across from Vash. Please tell him you got him some coffee. ]
[ I think Wolfwood should keep instant ramen in the Punisher.
Vash waves back! Wolfwood can take a gander at their breakfast. I've decided to stick to the Mexican theme. It is huevos rancheros with some chorizo. Of course there is a sweet treat for them, but nothing heavy. At the center of the small table for two is a bowl of fruit.
Yes, there's coffee for both of them. A cortado for Wolfwood and a Mexican mocha for Vash. ]
[ Which Wolfwood can surmise might mean goblin behavior. A little slappy slap? Or some pinches? They can eat like regular normal people and not fight over food because they do have separate plates. ]
There's definitely a little more than just toast and eggs here, not that toast and eggs are a bad combo. I talked to the owner before and she once cooked for a restaurant, but... She's happier running a hostel.
[ Sometimes, you have new dreams and find purpose elsewhere. Vash starts eating... Runny yolk, refried beans, rice, tortillas. Tasty. ]
Careful about that. I take to some methods better than others.
[ Aka if you fuck around you find out. This could be a good or bad thing. ]
Fruit for breakfast too. Cheaper inns wouldn't bother puttin' that out.
[ He's having a decent breakfast while also nursing his caffeine. This is nice. I was tempted to say he is lightly indulging in breakfast but he actually would eat a proper one so he is partaking in his plate plentifully. No point in letting such a generous breakfast go to waste. ]
[ Vash is willing to fuck around and find out, even if it means that Wolfwood may attack him with the Punisher like old times. It's worth the risk. Vash is eating happily... If he were still blond, this would be very similar to watching Pooh bear enjoy his morsel of honey. ]
Right? I feel a little spoiled whenever they take out berries... They don't give out that much, but it's refreshing after a salty meal.
[ He isn't touching the berries yet, instead taking a sip of the Mexican mocha. It is a little spicy in a pleasant way. ]
[ Me like I would hate to go from salty to berry but we are each our own. Wolfwood's having toast with butter and a sunny-side up egg, nice breakfast to give him energy to start the day. ]
You don't have a hankering for something sweet after having something savory?
[ HUH??? It's not like you have it immediately, but after a moment and some palate cleansing people like a dessert? Or maybe it's just me who tends to have fruit after lunch or dinner.
Vash is bundling refried beans, some eggs, chorizo, and rice while he nibbles through the tortillas on the side. So... Much food... For me, personally. For two men, this is a good amount. ]
Around X:XX.
[ Which is... Soon. It doesn't seem like he realizes since he's focused on Wolfwood. Time flies when you're with people you love. ]
[ Either way though it depends. Maybe sometimes he will feel a little palate cleanser!! Maybe other times he is okay. If I eat fruit after dinner it is usually like a few hours later. ]
M'kay. Don't be late, would suck to get fired from your job as soon as you get it.
[ Snark because they probably have had this experience on occasion because they tend to get in trouble so much and also they're kind of chaotic people as far as working goes. Tfw one of you is a highly wanted goblin outlaw and the other one has the social graces of a smoking carcass sometimes. ]
But don't eat too fast either so you're not complainin' to me later about tummy aches.
[ They are usually together. Vash likes a dessert right after a meal, obviously... Just because he likes dessert.
They also definitely have done this before... Where Vash picked up a job for fun because they stayed at a town a little longer than usual, then he missed his last shift because he returned to being on the run. Despite good memory, he would be taken by the whip of chaos and his part-time job would be lower priority.
And then he'd exclaim he missed his shift when they're riding the desert on Wolfwood's motorcycle. They're just two clowns. ]
I won't be late! I still have—[ He looks at the clock and his eyes widen incredibly wide. That tells an obvious story, likewise how quickly he shoves this food into his mouth despite Wolfwood warning him. For the fruit plate, he also takes like... four strawberries.
[ He rolls his eyes when Vash has his mini-freakout over the time because honestly? This is normal. This happens all of the time, or at least, certainly has the aura of happening all the time, so he's able to continue on unfazed. Wolfwood doesn't have pressing plans so he continues to munch away on his toast while Vash grabs food on the go and bails away.
And then he gets his little peck and he freezes up a bit in surprise, where that moment of shock is already enough for Vash to practically leave a cloud outline of him cartoonishly dashing out the door. Wolfwood can only grumble as he tries to focus back on finishing everything Vash laid out for the both of them, grumbling 'Fucker...' under his breath where the other can't hear him.
He'll have his fill and store away anything that seems like it could last for a few hours in their inn room in case they want a small bite before whatever else they do tonight. It is after this, and Wolfwood is out the door with his cross hoisted over his back, staring out the inn entrance and out into the town streets that he also realises that Vash didn't give him directions to the bakery.
Fucker... 2.
It's okay though, it's as easy as asking nearby people where the bakery... bakeries? in the town are, and eventually he'll hit it up. Maybe?! The way he has to scout around town and subtly check out store windows, not lingering long enough to come off as a weirdo. It's not like he can just hang out during the entirety of Vash's shift anyway though so he'll do his own thing, maybe buy a back-up shirt at the nearby mom-and-pop-shop tailors because it's always wise to have multiple on the road. Ask for directions to the nearest cities at the local bar so he can store that knowledge away for later when they're ready to move on, ask what's nice and out there.
He'll finally find the right bakery in the early afternoon, entering and asking the front if 'Val' is in today. ]
[ I am sleepy so you get the shortest tag back. Vash was working quite hard in the bakery laminating the dough and butter. Keeping the butter cold when they live in a dessert is a challenge, but the conditions of the kitchen make it feasible. Bakery. Smells good. Good yeast.
The employee at register confirms that Vash is here and to give them a second to get him. It doesn't take long before he comes out of a different door in the bakery and offers a little wave to Wolfwood.
By the way, he's wearing a hairnet. ]
Wolfwood!
[ As if he didn't abandon his boy by accident, he greets him in the most natural way, forgetting first name usage. ]
Hey there. You forgot to tell me which way you worked. Had to put in the effort to figure out where it was.
[ Leaning on the counter, basking in the smell of freshly baked bread. There's something always just so nice about places like this, a sort of nice mundaneness. It's the little things, as they say. ]
[ Familiar with the face where it dawns on him and he's like "wow, I'm so helpless. Just an idiot?" He has that on while he rubs the back of his head, chuckling apologetically. ]
Oops... Well! You found it! [ And in a flash, he's incredulous. ] There's no way you could smell me from the other side of the counter.
... The rest of the bakery smells the same, but you're saying I stink.
[ You know what? He's going to accept it because Wolfwood has a keen nose atop of his other enhanced senses. It must be rough being able to smell all the scents. I guess for a second time in my rp life, Vash smells delicious. ]
Busiest when we first open in the morning! We have limited quantities of the special croissants, so those are out, but... [ Mm. ] Go get a seat and I'll take my break to join you.
Smellin' like bread and butter is not the same as stinking! If anything, it's a good thing!
[ In the tone of JESUS WHY ARE YOU SO OFFENDED? Somewhat incredulously, so much that he just waves his free hand like WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. However he will go sit down yeah. ]
[ It's more that Wolfwood singled him out despite there being other people!! And mostly that arguing with him over the most mundane and trivial stuff is comfortable and familiar.
Vash comes back, bald (I mean without a hairnet) though still a aproned, with a tray of specialty croissants. One is swirled with a deep berry color, the second with a black swirl, and the last looks cronchy with (you voice, unimpressed) almonds. They're large and toasty, taking up most of the table. Sure, cafe tables aren't the biggest, but this is still a lot. ]
There's coffee if you're feeling for more, but there's tea, too. [ He doesn't sit down yet since he plans to fetch them drinkies. ] What'll it be?
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He grumbles despite the soft touches and the mounting heat of the first sunrise. He lived a few weeks without a schedule, he's not used to having one again yet. ]
Ngh.
[ His brows furrow ever-so-slightly in that annoyance of something trying to wake you when you don't want to, but it softens out very quick like it was never there. ]
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Another prayer granted. Wolfwood is still here in the morning and a part of him wonders if this is more than he deserves. He had thought after losing Wolfwood, then Knives, that he was fated to travel alone with only ghosts to keep him company.
...
Since he's already lingering, he indulges himself to dispel the dark pall. Another kiss, but this time on the forehead, then departs for his morning routine. Once done, he returns to check if mister sleepy is awake. ]
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Not today, though. For once in his life, he's relaxed -- not utterly, since he's not used to this yet, and he can never completely drop his guard when he's asleep, but relaxed enough that he doesn't jolt awake at any motion, any sound. The kiss is lovely, and though he isn't dreaming, something pleasant stirs in his conscious, not in a rush to wake him.
He learns today that the general sounds of someone else getting ready can be surprisingly pleasant sounds to wake up to. Vash will never know how much he was actually asleep and how much he was just being stubborn about not waking up, but he does get up slowly with the blanket still draped over his shoulders and letting his eyes adjust to the light. He doesn't care to see much, it's hard to miss the lanky silhouette. ]
You leavin' soon?
[ He has the bad case of the morning gravel. Needs water... coffee is a good substitute right? ]
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[ Reaching over, he gently ruffles Wolfwood's hair. Intense bedhead now. He'd take a picture if he remembered to use his cellphone. After returning to No Man's Land, he has forgotten about it when he fell back into his old lifestyle.
Even if Wolfwood's eyes are adjusting, he can practically hear the smile. ]
Still can if you wanted to catch a couple of more winks.[ Hand on his hip. why is he such a morning person i would die ] I was going to head down and ask about a different room, then catch breakfast before I head out. Want me to fetch you a cup of water?
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Nah. I'm good.
[ Easily dismissed. This is but a temporary weakness, one that will dissipate once he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up, which is always the first step to properly waking up. He reaches for his usual clothes... idk how or where they keep extra clothes but I refuse to believe they wouldn't be hygienic enough to keep spares. They just have iconic outfits they are beholden to wearing. like all anime characters. ]
You can go ahead and I'll catch up with you for breakfast.
[ That sounds good right? As he tosses on a button up, his favourite style of day shirt I guess. ]
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That's cool with me.
[ Vash will give him a little sailor salute and winks as he meets the door, hand on the knob, and there he goes. The innkeeper is up already, going through their documents, and there's a wafting aroma of breakfast slowly rising from the first floor.
Can't get distracted by the senses right now. Waffles and pancakes can wait! After he requests to have a room change for a double and pays for that, he takes a seat in the dining area. It's nice that breakfast is provided, even their stay costs a little more.
Although, Vash has a discount due to some happenings before Wolfwood's arrival. Don't worry about it. He'll be ordering for them and wait, paying mind to the clock hanging on the wall to make sure he's still on time to head to work later. ]
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He won't be too long. All it takes is a few splashes of water on his face and making sure his clothes don't look too bad, such as no wrinkles and hopefully no stains that he missed from the previous night. Sometimes it happens when you're the type of guy who constantly gets into trouble. Everything looks good though, so he packs a gun into the holster keeps on under his jacket and leaves his Punisher to rest somewhere comfortably near the door as he leaves for breakfast.
He gives a slight wave as he slides into the seat across from Vash. Please tell him you got him some coffee. ]
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Vash waves back! Wolfwood can take a gander at their breakfast. I've decided to stick to the Mexican theme. It is huevos rancheros with some chorizo. Of course there is a sweet treat for them, but nothing heavy. At the center of the small table for two is a bowl of fruit.
Yes, there's coffee for both of them. A cortado for Wolfwood and a Mexican mocha for Vash. ]
Looking less sleepy already.
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Wolfwood picks up a fork and immediately goes for the chorizo. ]
Imagine I put in all that effort and I was still fallin' asleep on you?
Breakfast is pretty fancy here.
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[ Which Wolfwood can surmise might mean goblin behavior. A little slappy slap? Or some pinches? They can eat like regular normal people and not fight over food because they do have separate plates. ]
There's definitely a little more than just toast and eggs here, not that toast and eggs are a bad combo. I talked to the owner before and she once cooked for a restaurant, but... She's happier running a hostel.
[ Sometimes, you have new dreams and find purpose elsewhere. Vash starts eating... Runny yolk, refried beans, rice, tortillas. Tasty. ]
Works out for us because this is delicious!
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[ Aka if you fuck around you find out. This could be a good or bad thing. ]
Fruit for breakfast too. Cheaper inns wouldn't bother puttin' that out.
[ He's having a decent breakfast while also nursing his caffeine. This is nice. I was tempted to say he is lightly indulging in breakfast but he actually would eat a proper one so he is partaking in his plate plentifully. No point in letting such a generous breakfast go to waste. ]
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Right? I feel a little spoiled whenever they take out berries... They don't give out that much, but it's refreshing after a salty meal.
[ He isn't touching the berries yet, instead taking a sip of the Mexican mocha. It is a little spicy in a pleasant way. ]
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[ Me like I would hate to go from salty to berry but we are each our own. Wolfwood's having toast with butter and a sunny-side up egg, nice breakfast to give him energy to start the day. ]
So what time do you gotta be out by?
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[ HUH??? It's not like you have it immediately, but after a moment and some palate cleansing people like a dessert? Or maybe it's just me who tends to have fruit after lunch or dinner.
Vash is bundling refried beans, some eggs, chorizo, and rice while he nibbles through the tortillas on the side. So... Much food... For me, personally. For two men, this is a good amount. ]
Around X:XX.
[ Which is... Soon. It doesn't seem like he realizes since he's focused on Wolfwood. Time flies when you're with people you love. ]
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[ Either way though it depends. Maybe sometimes he will feel a little palate cleanser!! Maybe other times he is okay. If I eat fruit after dinner it is usually like a few hours later. ]
M'kay. Don't be late, would suck to get fired from your job as soon as you get it.
[ Snark because they probably have had this experience on occasion because they tend to get in trouble so much and also they're kind of chaotic people as far as working goes. Tfw one of you is a highly wanted goblin outlaw and the other one has the social graces of a smoking carcass sometimes. ]
But don't eat too fast either so you're not complainin' to me later about tummy aches.
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[ They are usually together. Vash likes a dessert right after a meal, obviously... Just because he likes dessert.
They also definitely have done this before... Where Vash picked up a job for fun because they stayed at a town a little longer than usual, then he missed his last shift because he returned to being on the run. Despite good memory, he would be taken by the whip of chaos and his part-time job would be lower priority.
And then he'd exclaim he missed his shift when they're riding the desert on Wolfwood's motorcycle. They're just two clowns. ]
I won't be late! I still have—[ He looks at the clock and his eyes widen incredibly wide. That tells an obvious story, likewise how quickly he shoves this food into his mouth despite Wolfwood warning him. For the fruit plate, he also takes like... four strawberries.
There's some muffling in between: ] I'll see you!
[ And he's out the inn door in a flash. ]
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...
He didn't give him the directions to the bakery. ]
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And then he gets his little peck and he freezes up a bit in surprise, where that moment of shock is already enough for Vash to practically leave a cloud outline of him cartoonishly dashing out the door. Wolfwood can only grumble as he tries to focus back on finishing everything Vash laid out for the both of them, grumbling 'Fucker...' under his breath where the other can't hear him.
He'll have his fill and store away anything that seems like it could last for a few hours in their inn room in case they want a small bite before whatever else they do tonight. It is after this, and Wolfwood is out the door with his cross hoisted over his back, staring out the inn entrance and out into the town streets that he also realises that Vash didn't give him directions to the bakery.
Fucker... 2.
It's okay though, it's as easy as asking nearby people where the bakery... bakeries? in the town are, and eventually he'll hit it up. Maybe?! The way he has to scout around town and subtly check out store windows, not lingering long enough to come off as a weirdo. It's not like he can just hang out during the entirety of Vash's shift anyway though so he'll do his own thing, maybe buy a back-up shirt at the nearby mom-and-pop-shop tailors because it's always wise to have multiple on the road. Ask for directions to the nearest cities at the local bar so he can store that knowledge away for later when they're ready to move on, ask what's nice and out there.
He'll finally find the right bakery in the early afternoon, entering and asking the front if 'Val' is in today. ]
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The employee at register confirms that Vash is here and to give them a second to get him. It doesn't take long before he comes out of a different door in the bakery and offers a little wave to Wolfwood.
By the way, he's wearing a hairnet. ]
Wolfwood!
[ As if he didn't abandon his boy by accident, he greets him in the most natural way, forgetting first name usage. ]
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[ Leaning on the counter, basking in the smell of freshly baked bread. There's something always just so nice about places like this, a sort of nice mundaneness. It's the little things, as they say. ]
You smell like butter and flour dust.
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Oops... Well! You found it! [ And in a flash, he's incredulous. ] There's no way you could smell me from the other side of the counter.
[ Weirdo. ]
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[ Bro do you SMELL this bakery, butter and bread smell is so strong. And delicious. ]
So, what's the traffic been like?
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[ You know what? He's going to accept it because Wolfwood has a keen nose atop of his other enhanced senses. It must be rough being able to smell all the scents. I guess for a second time in my rp life, Vash smells delicious. ]
Busiest when we first open in the morning! We have limited quantities of the special croissants, so those are out, but... [ Mm. ] Go get a seat and I'll take my break to join you.
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[ In the tone of JESUS WHY ARE YOU SO OFFENDED? Somewhat incredulously, so much that he just waves his free hand like WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. However he will go sit down yeah. ]
You serve just bread here or you got any drinks?
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Vash comes back, bald (I mean without a hairnet) though still a aproned, with a tray of specialty croissants. One is swirled with a deep berry color, the second with a black swirl, and the last looks cronchy with (you voice, unimpressed) almonds. They're large and toasty, taking up most of the table. Sure, cafe tables aren't the biggest, but this is still a lot. ]
There's coffee if you're feeling for more, but there's tea, too. [ He doesn't sit down yet since he plans to fetch them drinkies. ] What'll it be?
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