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[failowner]

[You may suddenly notice a quaint little shop in the area, with a sign hanging above the door that reads "Antique". A man in black and white and an apron is standing outside, with a bright smile on his face.]

We all eat cake during our happiest moments. Why don't you come and be happy with us?

Welcome, one and all, to Camp F'You D's Antique.

Comments

[tis_allgood]

Aye? And it just so happens I've many things to celebrate.

[failowner]

All the more reason to have cake, then.

[tis_allgood]

Thankee sai. I shall do just that.

[failowner]

Excellent. What cake might you like tonight?

[tis_allgood]

I enjoy surprises.

[failowner]

A challenge? I like that!

[disappears and reappears with a dish. On it is a pink roundish pastry, with cream lavished on one side, and an elegantly carved biscuit fixed on the other]

Tell me what you think.

[tis_allgood]

I think you have brought me art rather than food. Are you quite sure you don't mind my eating this?

[failowner]

Not at all. That's what it's for.

[tis_allgood]

[looks very hesitant as he takes a bite]

[tis_allgood]

...

So sweet!

[failowner]

Not too sweet, I hope?

[tis_allgood]

Is it possible for a thing to be too sweet?

[failowner]

I couldn't have put it better myself.

[tis_allgood]

A man after my own heart, then.

[failowner]

Yyyeah, I wouldn't go that far.

[tis_allgood]

Oh? I've heard said many times a man gives his heart away with his stomach.