Escape 021

[prefers_chess]

[Accidental Voice Post]

[The audio clicks on in the midst of a rustle of fabric, as though it has just jostled on by accident in someone's pocket; a moment later, the rustling is joined by the creak of a door closing and the soft thudding of footsteps.]

Okay, we're back.

[There is more rustling now, along with the distinct crinkling sound of

Comments

[fireplacegirl]

I honestly don't understand how you find some of these foods appetizing.

[prefers_chess]

I am offended by your lack of willingness to expand your culinary horizons.

[fireplacegirl]

I am not sure what you have to be offended about. I tried everything, at least.

[prefers_chess]

You didn't like the poutine?

[fireplacegirl]

That was the worst of them all.

[prefers_chess]

[Though he at least refrains from saying it aloud, he does give her a look of, "Then you clearly have no soul."]

And the beignets?

[fireplacegirl]

They were much, much better.

[prefers_chess]

Acceptable. More poutine for me, then.

[fireplacegirl]

Be my guest.

[prefers_chess]

I intend to.

But you have to drink the milkshake yourself.

[fireplacegirl]

Why is it called a milkshake?

[prefers_chess]

Because milk is one of the primary ingredients. And it's blended together with the others, hence the "shake".

[fireplacegirl]

I see. This one is not so bad. Very sweet.

[prefers_chess]

And chocolate. You're supposed to dip the fries into it. The regular ones, that is, not the ones in the poutine.

[fireplacegirl]

An intriguing combination...

[prefers_chess]

More importantly, a delicious one.