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[buh_bye]

Death sat in a chair at the fireplace, on the coffee table in front of him a chess board was set up. He currently was nursing a soda that sat on a table to the right of the chair with a basket of fries. He watched the bar. Death is botherable.

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[skeleton_king]

"Who are you playing?" Jack asks, dropping down from the ceiling suddenly.

[sunbaked_baker]

There's a red-head dressed in bright colors making her way around the bar with a tray of various baked goods, selling them to patrons who might be interested in something sweet to go with their drink, or their meal. She eventually makes it to the area nearest the fireplace, offering the man there a smile.

His shadows might be impossible for her Dark Sight to parse, but that sort of thing hasn't stopped her before.

"Good evening!" Sunshine greets the man in the tall chair by the fireplace, coming over with her tray. "Care for something from the tray?"

The tray she offers bears cinnamon rolls roughly the size of human skulls; a trio of moist chocolate cake squares dotted with white chocolate chips and pecans, topped with ginger fudge icing and crushed pistachios and the occasional fleck of sea salt; gooey lemon-strawberry bars like sin dusted with the a veneer of powdered sugar purity; sliced spirals of rich chocolate cake and hazelnut icing; a semi-circle of long, low slices of dense chocolate cake like wedges of pure darkness; a trio of bite-sized flaky pastries like miniature meteor craters, with caramel and almond filling; and two single-serving sized oval pastry dishes with a light, unassuming pastry crust lying even with its upper rim, hiding anything that might be below.

She points them all out in sequence, naming them: "There are cinnamon rolls as big as your head, Primordial Sin cake, Lemon Lechery; Killer Zebras; Bitter Chocolate Death; Caramel Cataclysms, and the Death of Marat."

[i_am_your_host]

The old man looks like Death himself, observes the Master of Ceremonies from a nearby table, wreathed in cigarette smoke and a haze of gin.