Jeff, God of Biscuits, Sunday afternoon

[craftyladyparts]

It was possible that Jessica's new-found interest (or, increasingly, obsession) with cooking was making her insufferable. At least, that's the way the staff at J,GoB probably felt as she tried to decide on a snack. She would point at something in the display case, then ask questions about the ingredients, how it was prepared, how it was presented

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[ultron_junior]

Victor watched her order from the table holding his light afternoon snack of ... okay, so he'd ordered a dozen pastries, but if any were left over they were breakfast tomorrow, right? It just made sense to buy in bulk.

He waved to Jessica with a cherry danish in one hand.

"If you just want something good the cinnamon Boston creams are amazing. Also, hi."

[craftyladyparts]

"Hey, Victor," Jessica said, looking over. "I can't argue with a recommendation like that. But if it doesn't live up to the hype, I will be forced to hold that against you personally. Maybe forever."

[ultron_junior]

"Fine, but 'amazing' is low-end for hype," Victor pointed out. "I didn't say it'd ruin you for all other pastries for life or anything."

[craftyladyparts]

"I felt it was implied," Jessica noted. She turned to the clerk and ordered, "One Boston cream that will ruin me for all other pastries for life, guaranteed by that guy."

[dirtiest_skank]

"Dude, some of us are in a rush. Hurry up."

Olive thought she was hilarious.

[craftyladyparts]

"You can't rush perfection, Speedy," Jessica said. "Well, you could, but then it would probably not be perfect."

[dirtiest_skank]

"I bet I could," Olive said. "I bet I could rush perfection and it'd still be perfect, and also, this is a pastry we're talking about."

[craftyladyparts]

"A potentially perfect pastry, providing me with ponderous perceptions," Jessica said. "And see? I was forced to rush without superspeed, so there were three non-P words in that sentence. QED."