The Perk, Thursday noon-ish

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The barista had watched in bemusement as Jake entered, gave a shout of joy and went to hug his favorite chair, pat the table, pat the blackboard with today's special and, beaming brightly, ordered a triple mocha with everything! She was okay with all of that. There would be no hugging her, however, she informed him, and held up a phone with her fingers ready to press the numbers to the Fandom Troopers. Luckily this worked, since he just accepted his coffee and went to sit down.

Jake hadn't quite recovered from yesterday's emails. He'd needed to see for himself that the Perky was still there, and not some awful mineral water store. It was still Perky! He had coffee! Joy!


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