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Wash. Booth.

Very nice (unopened) bottle of rum and assortment of spices.

Milkshake, newspaper, French toast.

Insert verbs as necessary and have at.

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So it's with all the awe and reverence such a creation deserves that Wash says: "It's like an edible recreation of the Sihnon Tower gone horribly, horribly wrong. Or right. Wow."

*curiously* What's the Sihnon Tower?

"Really really tall tower on one of the Core planets." He gestures. "Got different-colored rings of light going up the sides like that. Big tourist attraction, ends up on all the captures out of there, never seen it myself but I hear it's very...bright."

And not edible, which means it loses a few points in Wash's book.

Sounds cool.

*Andrew peers at the Igor Bar.*

So you kind of get the strata effect with it.

"Uh-huh. And light pollution. But it's pretty light pollution."

He eyes the Igor Bar longingly.

...They taste better if you, you know, actually eat them.

"Yes, yes, but give me a moment here. We need to continue with the admiring."

The moment passes.

"And...we're done."

Chomp.

Somewhere in the depths of Wash's torso, his pancreas screams in terror.

*Andrew very quietly leans over to the bar, and procures a tall glass of plain milk.*

*And watches.*

It's very sticky, and very, very sweet.

And it has real chocolate.

Wash is in heaven.

It does take him a little while to unstick his jaw long enough to say as much, though. "We need to make these on the ship. Once a month. New holiday. I'll bribe the captain into declaring it."

Another bite.

....Any minute now, the sugar rush is going to kick in.

You can probably get the ingredients here.

*Andrew grins.*

It's kinda complicated to make, but oh so very worth it.

"Yeah? How do you make it?"

He examines the bar again.

"I mean there's the peanuts, and some kind of cookie, and...I don't even know what that is...."

Uh, that's a breakfast cereal, it's basically rice that's been treated to be crispy. Held together with melted marshmallows.

"It -- okay, who was responsible for us losing this knowledge to the ages? You'd think somebody would care enough about the Earth-That-Was dessert legacy to pass it along."

He tugs out a peanut from the surrounding cookie and caramel and nibbles it.

Solemnly, "I blame the dentists."

*brightly* You could reinvent it. Make a fortune.

That look on Wash's face? Is the look of a man getting Ideas.

And to fuel Ideas, you need sugar...so, naturally, he has no choice but to take another bite.

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