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Angela spent a lot of time on the basket she's carrying when she comes into the bar this evening. It's roughly the size of a small bathtub, carefully decorated with ribbons and glitter, and stuffed full of Peeps -- chicks and bunnies, both, in every color Angela could find. There's also a hand-drawn, water-colorer, spiral-bound set of instuctions, each showing a man who is clearly Raven, putting marshmallow chicks into a mircowave. (The looks of terror on the faces of the chicks and bunnies are, we must hope, purely figments of Angela's imagination.)
She sets the basket on Bar. "I can ask you to deliver this, right?" she says. She takes the fact that it vanishes as a yes. "Cool. Thanks."
Angela gets a beer and some pizza, and settles in to see what's going on at the end of the universe.
She sets the basket on Bar. "I can ask you to deliver this, right?" she says. She takes the fact that it vanishes as a yes. "Cool. Thanks."
Angela gets a beer and some pizza, and settles in to see what's going on at the end of the universe.