Next time, I would appreciate it if the City would curse me to be the designated driver, or better yet, on a hunger strike.

Tony, where are you? We need to talk.

[ooc: As he's not meant to have anything in his digestive system but blood and water, and has just spent three days living and more importantly eating and drinking as a human, Henry's ( Read more... )

I spent a good part of yesterday evening with Tony until I was forced to leave. I had hoped that tonight might pass more quietly and feature a notable absence of cheap foodstuffs.

Someone apparently decided that simple wish shouldn't be granted.

[OOC: Yup. Still a little bit sick from yesterday.]

We didn't have snack cakes in sixteenth century England. Thank God we had no idea what we were missing. My father would have executed half the bakers in the country before someone contrived an acceptable substitute.

[OOC: If tap water additives make him sick, what are artificial ingredients and preservatives going to do to his system?]