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[diastereomer]

[ Everyone knows Yusuf's place. Of course, it isn't actually Yusuf's place, in that the title and deed aren't in his name, nor does the sign above the shop say anything about the confectioneer inside-- but it is essentially Yusuf's place in every other way that matters. When the owner's wife fell sick, Yusuf took over and slowly made the changes

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[totallyinaband]

[Oh hey! It's Stephen Stills, bassist of the semi-successful band The Clocks. He looks slightly like death, and plonks himself on a bar, slouching all the way to the counter.]

I need something quite chocolaty.

[diastereomer]

[ Yusuf isn't into music all that much, although everyone in his parlor seems to be. He isn't going to be a happy camper if there is a riot over a bassist in his parlor, so everyone better keep their poodle skirts and leather pants about them! ]

I think I can oblige. Would you like something edible or more on the sippable side of things?

[totallyinaband]

[He slouches a little further down the counter.]

Surprise me.

ugh sorry so late ;;

[diastereomer]

[ Odd behavior for a man in an ice cream shop, but Yusuf doesn't mention it. Instead he picks up the ice cream scoop and waggles it in his hand. ]

Alright, but you will have to give me some direction. Do you have consistency issues? Amenable to chunks of things in your ice cream? Any allergies I should know of?

It's cool, bro!

[totallyinaband]

No, no allergies.

Not to food, anyway.

[diastereomer]

Are we a fan of whipped cream? [ Yusuf asks, dipping his scooper into the tub of chocolate fudge swirl. ]

[totallyinaband]

God, yes.