"Oooh, the
weather outside is
frightful . . ."
Epimetheus shakes snow out of his hair as he comes through the door and heads for the bar. (Sorry if he catches you with a few flakes.)
"But ba dum dah dum delightful . . . Bar, darlin', Irish coffee if you please, extra whipped cream."
She supplies; he settles onto a stool, still humming, and takes a contented sip.
[tinytag: kali]