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[charmpagne]

Good Afternoon! Sparkling Cookie, here.

If you could all do me a small favor, if/when you get a chance...can you tell me what your favorite flavors are? I'm making a list so I can do a bit of drink experimenting when things calm down a bit.

If you don't drink or are too young to, that's perfectly fine. I'm happy to make non-alcoholic versions as well.

Comments

[quirkynote]

[????????? ????]

I don't understand the problem. Why would you not be given permission?

[charmpagne]

Well..."blood" isn't exactly something you want to be serving as a public restaurant. We're outliers in terms of people who actually drink it, I'm afraid.

[quirkynote]

[Ya'll going on about your BURGER JUICE, but nooooo, blood is the weird one-]



Is chocolate acceptable?!

[charmpagne]

Yes! That's a good start.

Have you had a milkshake before?

[quirkynote]

[Ha, she cheated. Lily gave her hot cocoa, so she already knew chocolate was absolutely acceptable.

What she wasn't ready for was milkshakes. Shit.]

Unfortunately, I have not.

[charmpagne]

[Sparkling is rapidly approaching A.B.A.'s location suddenly-]

I see...would you be interested in trying one?

[quirkynote]

[Why does she feel like she's suddenly in danger-?]

I wouldn't...be opposed to it.

[Is it even possible to say no to chocolate?!]

[charmpagne]

Then come visit the bar when you have a spare moment. I will have a chocolate milkshake with your name on it.

[quirkynote]

DO NOT WRITE ON MY FOOD!!

[charmpagne]

Oh no, no! Pardon my phrasing. That's just an expression!

[quirkynote]

[Oh, fantastic. Another idiom for her to butcher in the future.]

...Yes, of course. I was only making sure you knew.






I'll be there.