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[ofhisword]

[Today in the Fabled Center of Camp (tm), there is a booth with a rather large sign:

THE FEELINGS DOCTORS* ARE IN
* we have hundreds to thousands of years of experience in this field. trust us!

The two people who are seated behind the booth do not look pleased.]

[Elijah and Katherine will both be tagging! we out!]

Comments

[jackoclubs]

-- so where are the snacks?

[impiersonate]

They just arrived.

[jackoclubs]

I'd be pretty disappointed if Camp forgot to provide snacks with its booths.

[impiersonate]

So would I!

[jackoclubs]

Gotta be compensated for your time somehow.

[impiersonate]

On both sides, I should think.

[jackoclubs]

Exactly.

What do 'feelings doctors' do, anyway?

[impiersonate]

Doctor people's feelings.

[jackoclubs]

Like counselors.

[impiersonate]

Or psychologists, I suppose.

[jackoclubs]

'S a weird way to put it, but I guess it's accurate.

[ofhisword]

You'll have to ask those who run this establishment.

[jackoclubs]

You can't have a both without semi-sweet snacks to attract people to it. C'mon.

[ofhisword]

Then it's good that we have no intention of attempting to attract people to this booth.

[jackoclubs]

Another involuntary set up, huh?

[ofhisword]

Yes, that.