Autumn Calling

[centre_hold]

The Summer is done and gone, and blowing away on September breezes.
Aren't we all returned to this place--
Eyes lit with concentration and dark with passing--
To re-light the hearthfires banked, dusty in the Autumn?
Welcome home we ragged travellers, a place new-made
Here again, and again in the recurrence of its people;
The spring re-fed from lost and

Comments

[tollingforthee]

Ava!

Are you going to start providing me with my favorite coffee again, or do I need to find a new dealer?

[centre_hold]

Aww, were you going through withdrawal? Do you need a hit of the Jolt?
I'm back at Beans, and I can for the usual nominal fee be persuaded to delivery work even for non-invalids.

Lazybutt!

[tollingforthee]

I am a lazybutt! But there's also the fact that I'm friends with Byron, and he got kicked out of Belly Beans for spraying Lysol on some of the patrons.

... and sometimes I want coffee when I'm with him. :(

[centre_hold]

Oh. THAT guy? No wonder you cloak the fear in laziness. Nina's a scary scary lady when she's got a grudge. (Witness the origin of my deivery service in the first place.)

Yeah. Maybe I'll put you on the drivethrough list for brewed stuff--buzz the loading entrance door one short one long three times. Secret speakeasy caffeination portal. (The password is 'Walt sent me' but I didn't tell you.)

[centre_hold]

This up there is why I shouldn't drink the Guerilla Morning Blend at midnight.

[tollingforthee]

You weirdo. I'll e-mail you my address and stuff. How's the doc, by the way?

[centre_hold]

Cute.

His usual overly-cheerful and charismatic self, with a side of fascinating smugness recently. I think he and Nina may be messing with my honest couriering--there may have been Notes Passed. I think something is Afoot.

[tollingforthee]

Messing with your couriering or messing with each other's... rings.