Happy Hour: St Patrick's Day edition

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Butch Cassidy is not Irish, nor Catholic--in fact, true story, he's a Mormon whose parents were English and Scottish immigrants. He's also from a time before the days of green beer and excessive use of food coloring. But he does know an Irish girl who used to work at Fannie Porter's (until she married a rancher), name of Mary Grace, who could

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[raptorcanaria]

[OOC: This is kind of insta-slow, I'm afraid, so ignore if you wish]

Dinah's first reaction is ugh, green, but on when a second glance reveals the day, she instantly forgives him

"OK, I'll have an Irish Coffee," she says, perching on a bar stool.

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[ooc: no worries! Slows are love.]

"Excellent choice," he says with a grin, as he sets about mixing one up. "That's the best of both worlds, right there. And the coffee here actually has flavor to it, too--not just burnt water."

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"Oh my God," Dinah agrees re: the coffee, "they do this frozen coffee thing from the future - even my future. It's amazing."

[i_got_vision]

"...frozen coffee?" he repeats. "Frozen on purpose? Do you eat it like a dessert?"

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She shakes her head. "Frozen like a drink, uh..."

Oh to explain? Ah, who cares? "Like slushy ice. You drink it, but it's almost as thick as a desert."

[i_got_vision]

"So like ice cream, but with coffee instead of cream?" he asks.

It sure wouldn't work with the awful frontier coffee he grew up with, but the tasty coffee they have here, that has some potential.

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"Oh yeah."

Frappuccinos were one of Dinah's greatest culinary discoveries, until she discovered Japanese food.

"When spring kicks in, try it."

[i_got_vision]

"I will," he says. "I've yet to find a dessert here that wasn't wonderful, but wonderful and waking you up--who says you can't have dessert for breakfast?"

Responsible people probably, but he's not one of them. He slides her coffee over.

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"Not me," Dinah says cheerfully. "And if anyone does, I don't want to know them."

Talking of which - she tries her coffee, and for a second is silent in Irish coffee-induced bliss.

[i_got_vision]

He pours himself some bourbon.

"Seems to me that that's one of the benefits of being an adult," he says. "If you want to have pie and frozen coffee for breakfast, why not do it?"

Speaking of, some pie would be really nice right about now.

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"I still live with my Mom," Dinah says with a slight wince. "So if I have pie, it's gonna be before she wakes up or when she's not looking."

[i_got_vision]

"You could always try making her some?" he suggests. "Really, who could resist the lure of a fresh-baked pie sitting right in front of them, and the person who made it saying 'Go on, it's perfectly fine to eat it now'?"

Besides his mother. She would've insisted on saving it until after supper.

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Dinah presses her lips together for an entire second whle she tries not to laugh.

"Oh, we don't bake in our house."

[i_got_vision]

"No? Not anybody?"

Hell, even Butch himself has done some baking--nothing fancy, of course, but sometimes a man just wants some dessert.

"You should have a friend or cousin or somebody come stay with you and make the pie. That way it'd be rude to refuse it."

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Dinah shakes her head. "My dad used to do that. Mom and I can't heat up take out without burning it."

On the idea of a friend staying over, she laughs. "Maybe I could persuade one of my uncles to do that. If they don't decide to disapprove as hard as Mom."

[i_got_vision]

"My plan ends with everybody getting pie. Who could disapprove of that?"

He grins, sipping his drink.

"You may just have to buy some pie, if it comes to that."