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A batch of strawberry-and-cream scones, with a small note that reads: "I don't know if scones can make up for a hatred of Paul Sevigny that rivals the heat of a thousand suns, etc., but they are marvelously good for breakfast. Preferably separate from the whiskey, but we do what we must.
And yes, Nava; they're kosher."
Included in the package is a large bottle of Southern Comfort. It is not signed.
A plate of blackberry muffins, unsigned. Perfectly delicious, and liable to stain his mouth blue for a week. Each muffin is also injected with a very tiny, relatively harmless drop of Visine. Relatively being the operative, naturally: any more than one muffin will have Patrick over his porcelain throne the rest of the night. Happy eating!
