The Perk, Saturday Morning
There was an extremely befuddled pony standing at one of the tables in the Perk, trying to convince the staff to give him a bowl of coffee.
Bond supposed he should have been glad that the baristas seemed to find him as charming as a pony as when he was human, or that he had his code-number rather than the MI-6 seal on his rear, but really, those sugar cubes over there were most distracting.
[Open.]
Bond supposed he should have been glad that the baristas seemed to find him as charming as a pony as when he was human, or that he had his code-number rather than the MI-6 seal on his rear, but really, those sugar cubes over there were most distracting.
[Open.]