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[herr_bookman]

"But musing what an easy thing it were to mix our opiates in a larger cup," Autor says, patting the counter in preparation to hop over it. "And drink, and not perceive"—and here he hops—"sleep deepening lead his truer kinsman up, like undistinguished Night, darkening the skirts of Eve.*"

After a few minutes of setting up his prior preparations, the boy reaches for the specials board. "Good night, Bar."

Bitter Chocolate Aria
Hot chocolate & one croissant

Submission Sonata
Virgin strawberry & wasabi daiquiri

Ode to Blood
Giga ant eggs, sour apple juice, seltzer water, flavored ice

Fiery Trigon
Grenadine, lemon juice, apple juice, passion fruit juice, & cinnamon

Silent Overture
Free coffee if you can prove that you’re knighted

Note: Virgin bar.


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*Ode to Sleep, Richard Chenevix Trench

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[iambetadraconis]

"I'd like that 'something' to be a thing that's good."

He returns to his seat, but his moods haven't lifted yet.

More and more he's realising that the boy has an unusual level of power over him. Nothing magical; just mundane. Yet he's able affect the wizard's emotions merely by plucking their strings.

He doesn't like it.

Should he not talk to Autor for a while? Just long enough to guard those emotions better?

"If you stop being such an ass, I shall worry. Possibly shove medicine and food at you and demand you sleep, because clearly you wouldn't be yourself if that happened."

[herr_bookman]

The boy smiles at the wizard, soft and genuine. "And don't you dare forget it."

Then it's gone, covered by a confident smirk and a tilted chin. "Bar will stir soon, so if you want to jump on the rare opportunity to have me deign to serve you, you'd better order something."

[iambetadraconis]

"Can't imagine how you'd let me forget," he mutters rhetorically.

On the other hand, spending time around Autor has inoculated him against the usual crap Autor hands out to the rest of the bar's populace.

Pros and cons.

"How about you shut up just long enough to make me a hamburger? Yes, it's not on the specials board. No, I don't care. I'm hungry, and it had better be a big one.

"And that tea Elea likes to go with it?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks at him. "The tea I can make you," he says, and calls the food bag out of his sylladex: "Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away.*"

The boy rifles through the bag and prepares a cup for Rabastan and a cup for himself. "But I have no idea how to make a hamburger," he says, pushing the tea over. "I've never eaten one."


*Shakespeare, Sonnet 75

[iambetadraconis]

"It's a sandwich. A patty of ground meat placed between two halves of a roll, with various things like lettuce and ketchup placed on the patty."

Surprisingly good. Try one.

[herr_bookman]

The kid blinks at him. "You may have to walk me through this one," he says, and crouches down to search for rolls beneath the bar.

[iambetadraconis]

"No problem. When you find what you're looking for, get out your knife. In case the roll isn't already sliced."

[herr_bookman]

Autor manages to locate what he needs under the bar and slice the rolls neatly. His knife work is, surprisingly, quite good.

"And now we need the meat, I suppose?" he asks. "I assume that's in the refrigerator?"

[iambetadraconis]

"Freezer. Unless someone made some up earlier with the intent to fry them tonight."

Now he's really getting hungry.

[herr_bookman]

Autor frowns as he peers into the freezer. He soon extracts a bag of frozen meat discs with the label, 'Frannie's Fresh Hamburger Patties'.

"I assume these are them," he says. "How do I cook one?"

[iambetadraconis]

"Oh, well, that's easy enough. Step one: open the bag. Step two: remove two patties from the bag. Step three: close the bag and return it to the freezer."

[herr_bookman]

Autor's eyebrow twitches. He pre-emptively gives himself the equivalent of a gold star for not beaning the jerk in the head with the meat discs.

"So I assume they'll spontaneously combust once they hit the air and be cooked enough not to give you food poisoning?" he says icily, and does as instructed.

"Now what?" he says, holding one of the patties up in a napkin. Oh, ew. "Do you want me to throw this in the oven, or is there a special way to go about cooking it?"