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[forgottenmotley]

Possibly the Fool should have been doing bartending yesterday. After all it was April Fool's day. But that's precisely why he didn't do it. It was expected of him. Tonight however is a different thing all together.

After a great deal of thought he writes out the specials in his neat, copperplate handwriting:

Bloody Irritating Noise.

Bees make it, don't drink it.

Sweep him away.

It's got two ears in the middle of his face.

Free if you can guess it. Half off if I have to tell you. Don't try the peanuts unless you really want to.

He sets the board up and starts to make a house of cards with a rather intent expression and a rather normal deck of cards.

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[herr_bookman]

Autor sniffs as he approaches, fairly certain that the Fool won't get sick. The boy only meant to be down here for a moment, but the specials board has caught his eye.

"The second one has something to do with honey. Mead, perhaps?" he asks, wiping his nose with his handkerchief.

[forgottenmotley]

"I do believe that's right. I also do believe that you're not old enough to drink it?" Drinking ages happen to other people.

[herr_bookman]

Autor smirks. "I'm eighteen. The drinking age where I'm from is seventeen with supervision."

He sniffles. "Not that I should be drinking, or actually want to drink; I'm a horribly affectionate drunk, and that just gets awkward."

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool gets a look on his face. A potentially dangerous look. But then whatever it is he's thinking gets discarded and he pushes over a bowl of peanuts to Autor.

"I hear orange juice is good for colds."

[herr_bookman]

Autor knows that look. He's seen it on other people, but it's especially frightening on the Fool. The boy glances to the stairs, preparing to bolt.

Then the Fool slides a bowl of nuts over, and Autor takes one. "Bleh, orange juice," Autor says, and coughs into his handkerchief. "I disapprove of colds, but I disapprove of orange juice more, given that I had to have a lot of it while I was recovering from anemia."

He could probably stand to have a bit more.

[forgottenmotley]

He he should be glad the Fool likes him, that's all.

"Oh, that sort of problem. Yes. I have that issue with oatmeal."

Yes, he does need some meat on his bones. Fattening up for the spider.

[herr_bookman]

"I've been discouraged from having tea, can you believe that?" Autor says, trying to crack open the peanut shell with his fingernails. "So what made you have a problem with oatmeal? And did you get a napkin today or are you tending for fun?"

[forgottenmotley]

"Why have you been discouraged from having tea? I thought tea was good for colds... good for everything."

The Fool cracks open a peanut, placing one on the card house. "I once spent a month eating oatmeal. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And I'm tending for fun. People would have expected me to tend yesterday, of course."

[herr_bookman]

"Apparently the tea I drink is hyper-caffeinated, and that's bad for anemia," Autor says, sniffling as he struggles to open the nut. "Why would you--no, I shouldn't even ask. People would have expected you to tend yesterday because...? Oh, April Fool's Day! I'm surprised that's not your birthday."

[forgottenmotley]

"That too would have been expected. Surely there's other tea you could drink?" He cracks open another nut and places the peanuts on the house.

It amuses him watching Autor struggle opening up the peanuts enough that he doesn't offer to help.

[herr_bookman]

Autor's gaze flickers to the peanuts on the card house. He purses his lips and gets to work on his own peanut. "Apparently this tea is quite important to me and my family. I keep drinking it anyhow."

He opens the peanut with a crack and smiles brightly. "Ha! I did it." The resulting chewing is stupidly satisfied.

[forgottenmotley]

"Apparently? You didn't know it was?" The phrasing catches his attention.

[herr_bookman]

"No, I didn't," Autor says, setting his shell down and picking up another peanut. The struggle begins anew. "I lost a great deal of my memories and have yet to recover them."

[forgottenmotley]

These peanuts really aren't that hard to open... at least in the Fool's opinion as he's cracked open another one and placing more peanuts on the card house.

"Hmmm..."

[herr_bookman]

"Why are you placing peanuts on the card house?" Autor asks, and then sneezes into his crooked arm. "Guh."

[forgottenmotley]

"I don't know. I just felt like it. Why does it take you so much effort to open a peanut?"

[havetubawilltravel]

Pinkie studies the Fool's specials for a good long while before making a sound.

a LOUD sound.

"Is the first one a raspberry?!"

[forgottenmotley]

He starts and the house of cards go collapsing into a ... pile of cards. There's an irked look because he has been working on that one for a while but it vanishes when he turns to Pinkie Pie.

"No. It's not... well.... not that kind of raspberry. It's a drink. Which could be made out of raspberries."

[havetubawilltravel]

"Ooopsie!" Leave it to Pinkie to wince at the card tumble. Cue her trying to help him reform it lickety-split...into something that looks like the Taj Mahal?

"Oooh, so the answer is LOTS Of raspberries?" She rubs her chin. "Raspberry-cordial? Raspberry-fool?!"

[forgottenmotley]

At raspberry-fool, he sticks his tongue out and gives her a raspberry.

[havetubawilltravel]

She claps her hooves and cheers - and totally gobbles everything down in one bite. "THAT WAS SO GOOD," she says. "How've you been doing?! TELLMETELLME!"

[forgottenmotley]

"I've been doing well enough. I can't say anything terribly exciting has been happening, I'm afraid. I do think I need to find something to cause some mischief with." Really, he does.

[havetubawilltravel]

Pinkie's eyes glimmer. "Can I help you?!"

Because really: mischief's her middle name.

[forgottenmotley]

Without even hesitating, he says, "I don't see why not!"

[havetubawilltravel]

Pinkie is instantly gleeful, almost giggling as she hops about.

"What'll we do first?!"