Happy Hour

[morethanprops]

Moist is whistling as he enters the Bar, this time it was nice and appeared in his room and not someplace else

Comments

[dragonofgrey]

"They taste rather like fried pastries in this cafe in Hogsmeade. Though they seem creamier yet crisper on the outside, and I always found them to have a tangy aftertaste," A man in his twenties remarked with a high forehead as he came over to sit down. He had a catalog under his robed arm, one that was clearly filled with items for children and babies. Specifically wizarding children.

"And a Field of Green if you please," he added.

[morethanprops]

"Ah, where's Hogsmeade?"

Moist asks as he starts making the cocktail, to him they taste like the pastries his grandmother used to make.

[dragonofgrey]

"This village near the school I used to attend as a lad. Had a few intriguing shops around to visit and shop in. They let us go on trips every so often there."

[morethanprops]

"I see and that's what they taste like to you?"

[morethanprops]

Moist pushes over the container of oddly shaped fried things,

"I like them, but its hard to describe the flavor. Somewhere between stuff and curtains with something else."

[morethanprops]

"Some days that's all you can find to eat, those days are long past."

They still make Moist nostalgic but he'll deny it if asked.