JGoB, Sunday Afternoon

[borealpriestess]

So yesterday had been fun. Verity had discovered the one thing worse than waking up as a guy: waking up as a guy and having to explain this sudden crisis of faith to her mice, half of whom continued to call her 'priestess' and the other half of whom started calling her a god. And of that faction, they'd been divided whether to continue to call her

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[greenexorcist]

[borealpriestess]

Right? Though Verity could admit that at least half of what she had ordered came from just eating her feelings. She'd need to work this all off next week--assuming her body was hers again by that time.

"You're going to want some more chocolate if you're trying to cope with all this," Verity called. "So far, it's the only thing I've found that helps."

[greenexorcist]

[borealpriestess]

"Pretty sure it's everybody," Verity said. "At least, that's what the staff told me." She nodded at the disgruntled staff behind the bar. "And the chocolate only helps in that you're eating something decadent and delicious. It doesn't actually fix anything."