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Sam wanders in, from a distinctly disgustingly rainy London night, shaking rainwater from his hair and coat.
Bar supplies him, before he can ask, with a large, rich hot chocolate with cream and chocolate shavings.
"...Thanks, Bar. Spot on."
So he settles in a booth with it, pulling a large, ancient-looking manuscript out of a secure pocket and shaking the waterproofing spells off it.
...Yep, Lucifer's been Band Candy'd. Be afraid. (And be glad he's the nice one.)
Bar supplies him, before he can ask, with a large, rich hot chocolate with cream and chocolate shavings.
"...Thanks, Bar. Spot on."
So he settles in a booth with it, pulling a large, ancient-looking manuscript out of a secure pocket and shaking the waterproofing spells off it.
...Yep, Lucifer's been Band Candy'd. Be afraid. (And be glad he's the nice one.)