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[pubdog]

*Sirius raises his hands for attention

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[magick_willow]

*appears*
Hi, Sirius.
Can I have the coconut prawns and a peach margarita?

*twirls a firger and turns his apron tie-dyed*

Just for atmosphere, y'know?

[pubdog]

Miss, you turn that back this instant or no prawns for you! I consider this a hex, you know!

*can't help but grin a bit*

[magick_willow]

*Pout a little, but turns it back*
But, Sirius, you can't serve tropical food with no tropical atmosphere...

*Looks mischievous*
Can I put up palm trees and sand?

[kassandraloxias]

Oh, yes, do, please do, and some white dunes over there where it is darkest.

[green_eyed_luck]

*raises eyebrow*

You locked up the absinthe?

[pubdog]

Had to, My Lady. After last time. Can't let just anyone tamper with something like Absinthe.

*holds up the key*

I wouldn't worry if you wanted some, ma'am. Just say the word.

[green_eyed_luck]

For the moment, I'll have an Apple, Black.

The kiwis are distinctly safer today, as well, should you be in a creative mood...?

[pubdog]

Oh indeed, M'lady. Perhaps after your Apple? *summons an Apple Of Eden, pre-chilled for her Ladyship*

[kassandraloxias]

Oh, no. No green drinks.

Something exotic and potent for the Muse, dear Sirius, if you please.

::eyes Rugged Carpentry Sirius appreciatively::

[green_eyed_luck]

There are good green drinks and bad green drinks.

[kassandraloxias]

My lady, I thought all your words to me were spent, some thousand years ago.

You look beautiful, as ever, as the ice on Mount Aetna looked beautiful from Mykenae where your caprice led me.

::bows her head, a bit too regal::

[green_eyed_luck]

Aah, bitterness. Tastes so strangely sweet.

*tilts Kassandra's head back up*

How does life treat you, my love?

[pubdog]

Which character are you?