{Forty-Eight ~ Someone's In Trouble...} {Text//Locked to Chase//90% Hackable}

[chorusangel]

Chase, could I have a word with you about something? It's rather important.

[/Locked]

Thom, are you feeling any better?

Oh, and if anyone would like some coffee, the coffee shop on deck 8 is open. I've been practicing making it, so it's quite good now.

Comments

[nantokanare]

There's coffee in the buffet.

[psychoticracer]

That's not coffee.

[nantokanare]

Yes it is.

[psychoticracer]

It's swill masquerading as coffee.

You might as well call a pop-gun a firearm.

[nantokanare]

I think it tastes fine.

[psychoticracer]

It's over-brewed and usually stale.

[nantokanare]

That's how coffee always tastes.

[psychoticracer]

It's not supposed to.

I taught the girl how to do it right.

[nantokanare]

[Akagi laughs outright at that. So domestic, Mr. Erol.]

I didn't know you were good at making coffee.

[psychoticracer]

You want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

[What's so funny, brat.]

[nantokanare]

[You, of course.]

It's a silly thing to care so much about, coffee.

[psychoticracer]

When you drink as much of it as I do, you start caring.

[nantokanare]

You know, they make drinks that do what coffee does but taste better.

[psychoticracer]

I told you, coffee isn't supposed to taste like that.

[nantokanare]

Even your coffee doesn't as good as these energy drinks, Mr. Erol.

[Akagi knows energy drinks, and compared to the ones at home, these are heaven. Ah, the power of artificial sweeteners.]

[psychoticracer]

I don't like sweets.