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So the small angry chocolate gods are still snapping. I can hear them through the fridge door and it's starting to get on my nerves.
I've got six in at the moment. I brought two back from my last pilgrimage to Bury St. Cad, and the woman selling them swore they were both male. Yeah, right. That's why I found four cocoa beans under la Molina then was it?
Daddy of the family is Bitter Water, the scary bastard who keeps muttering about 2012 and blood sacrifice. Turns out you don't have to kill your sacrifice necessarily, but Andy found out where the thorn goes and tried gaffer taping the fridge shut.
Dunno, what I'll call all the kids, yet. The cute little lovebug who bounces up to meet me is really sweet, so I'm calling (him?) Hershey. The runt of the litter is a sneaky little sod who doesn't look his Dad at all, so I figure he's going to grow up to be a Trickster god, and I've called him Carob for the time being. The other two are complete opposites- one won't leave the nest, so he's probably going to have a nest related name, and one keeps wandering off for a nap in the wok, so the question is whether he fries before he's named.
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So the small angry chocolate gods are still snapping. I can hear them through the fridge door and it's starting to get on my nerves.
I've got six in at the moment. I brought two back from my last pilgrimage to Bury St. Cad, and the woman selling them swore they were both male. Yeah, right. That's why I found four cocoa beans under la Molina then was it?
Daddy of the family is Bitter Water, the scary bastard who keeps muttering about 2012 and blood sacrifice. Turns out you don't have to kill your sacrifice necessarily, but Andy found out where the thorn goes and tried gaffer taping the fridge shut.
Dunno, what I'll call all the kids, yet. The cute little lovebug who bounces up to meet me is really sweet, so I'm calling (him?) Hershey. The runt of the litter is a sneaky little sod who doesn't look his Dad at all, so I figure he's going to grow up to be a Trickster god, and I've called him Carob for the time being. The other two are complete opposites- one won't leave the nest, so he's probably going to have a nest related name, and one keeps wandering off for a nap in the wok, so the question is whether he fries before he's named.
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