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[changeinasnap]

Psst. Hey.

Check out that guy over there.

He's not really planning to eat that entire cake by himself, is he?

...actually, judging from the way he's chowing down on it with all due gusto, he very well might.

(Seriously, that much sugar can't be good for him.)

[OOC: will most likely be slow and sporadic, but all tags will be picked up!]

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[theunsmiling]

At a nearby booth a woman -- short, flyaway dark hair, torn jeans, a T-shirt with a cartoon rabbit making a particularly rude gesture, and 13-hole Doc Martens -- props those selfsame Docs up on the table.

Loudly.

Her eyes, as she watches the man with the cake, are brilliantly green.

"You're liable to do yourself an injury if you go on like that for too long."

She probably means eating all that cake. Refined sugar is a menace.

[changeinasnap]

He glances up.

Huh.

"Hasn't killed me yet," he says, with all due cheer. (And around a mouthful of cake and frosting.)

[theunsmiling]

"There's always a first time."

She maintains her slouched posture, though she shifts just enough to be able to see around her own feet.

"Or so I hear tell. Is the cake worth it, at least?"

[changeinasnap]

Swallowing down the food, "When is cake not worth it?"

And then, casually and with no hesitation at all, he slides the pan in her direction. "See for yourself."

[hear_the_voices]

Anna has no problem with his eating an entire cake by himself.

However . . .

"You need milk."

[changeinasnap]

"That," he decrees with his mouth full, "is an excellent idea."

Swallowing, he offers her a breezy grin.

"Hey, Anna."

[hear_the_voices]

"Hello," she says cheerfully.

"I haven't had a chance to try my paint out yet."

[changeinasnap]

"Agh," he groans, and drops his head back onto his chair. "I was just going to ask you that. You beat me to it."

But he's still grinning when he lifts his head again.

"I wanna hear all about it when you do."

[hadyougoing]

"Ooh!" says a lunch-breaking Ava.

"Cake!"

She's got on a crisp white blouse, decidedly less crisp blue jeans, and sneakers that look to be covered in dust, demon slime, and something that might be dark matter. Her clown nose necklace is (of course) on full display; it serves as a reminder to the creepy creatures hanging around Arashmaharr that she is not Miss Pushover New Girl.

Just another day in the file room.

[changeinasnap]

"My cake," the man clarifies as he gives her a once-over.

...The curious kind, you pervs, not the leering kind. She's so not his type, anyway.

"It's good cake. What happened to your shoes?"

[hadyougoing]

"Hey, hey," Ava says, holding up her hands, "we're in a magical bar at the end of the universe, I can get my own."

A rueful beat as she looks down.

"Uhhh. I don't know exactly what it was, except slimy. I didn't get a really good look."

She glances back up to him, curious. Ava's got a sense for demonic power, but everybody else ... nada.

[changeinasnap]

"Go for the apple-raspberry." He makes an okay sign with one hand. "Excellently done. Even better with ice cream on top."

As he cocks an eyebrow down at her shoes, "Bet you she'll toss in some shoe cleaner for free too. Can't hurt to ask."