(Untitled)

[avenginggoddess]

. . .

None of you people do anything interesting anymore. Who wants pie?

Typist: ....I wouldn't recommend taking the pie. It's Nemesis, we're talking about here. Chances are, if you eat the pie, bad mojo will happen.

Comments

[jakabokbotch]

Third time lucky, as Nemesis was the third to burn the book in which Jakabok was trapped (And he'll appear to her directly here instead).

The demon looks at her questioningly. "What kind of pie?"

[avenginggoddess]

Magical pie.

[jakabokbotch]

"It's not edible?" His scarred face registers disappointment. He's still hungry.

[avenginggoddess]

Of course it's edible.

[jakabokbotch]

"What flavor is it?"

[avenginggoddess]

What flavor do you think it is?

[jakabokbotch]

"I'm hoping for some juicy meat."

[avenginggoddess]

Then you're getting cherry.

[jakabokbotch]

He shrugs. "I won't complain about that. I haven't had either for so very long."

[avenginggoddess]

--key lime?

[jakabokbotch]

"Right now I'll probably eat anything!"

[avenginggoddess]

It's rocks.

[jakabokbotch]

"Rocks? You eat rocks here?"

[avenginggoddess]

Sometimes.

[jakabokbotch]

"A lot has changed in five hundred years...," he muses to himself.

[avenginggoddess]

Worms, too.