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[the_fairest]

OOM: This is something she really can't handle before coffee.

"--is no way there is a bar in the backyard, Emma. Are you sure you haven't been spending too much time with Hen--"

The voice had drifted closer and closer until a young woman, with short black hair, appeared in the doorway, looking from over her shoulder to the wide expanse of the room in front of her.

"Emma," Mary Margaret hissed. A completely failed stage whisper. "There's a bar in my backyard."



[Two pups, two muns. One semi-new, one brand new.
Tiny Tags: Emma Swan, Mary Margaret Blanchard]

Sadly, we must call slows for sleep after this last round of tags. We might be back for an hour tomorrow night, but definitely on Wednesday night to pick right up where we left off. Thank you, one and all, for your very Once Upon A Warm Welcome. This night has been full of magic and delight.

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[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret looked a little dubious curious.

"They aren't dangerous, in anyway, right?"

[notinthebook]

"I guess that simplifies things. One food that could taste like anything."

She'd be pretty hard-pressed to even pick a comfort food, aside from hot chocolate.

[basic_powers]

"No, they're made to edible by 99.9% of the species who visit here. Don't know how that works either but it does."

[the_fairest]

Mary Margaret nudged Emma with her arm, smiling a bit boldly and curiously. "We should try them. In the name of your adventuring here."

[notinthebook]

They sound pretty weird to Emma, but Mary Margaret's so darn cute when she smiles like that, and, hell, they're in an impossible bar, why not try an impossible food?

"Okay, I'm sold. Where do we pick some up, kid?"

[basic_powers]

"From Bar, or order them from the waitstaff. And they come with dipping sauces too."

They in Tyler's opinion, one of the most awesome snacks that look like Escher designed a fried onion blossom.

[the_fairest]

"Guess we're headed back there, again, then," Mary Margaret said, with a nod to heading herself and Emma back toward the bar, itself. With it's magically appearing food and drinks.

[notinthebook]

"Looks like it."

Shaking her head, she shrugs, give the kid a half-smile.

"Thanks for the tip, kid. Catch you later."