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J, GoB: Thursday morning

Moist had a coffee, a pastry he was prepared to believe was of divine origin, a comfortable table by the window with a clear line of sight to two exits - not necessary, he was sure, but old habits die hard - and everything he needed to write to Spike.

In short, he was pleased. The Post Office was intact, the Sorting Engine hadn't eaten anyone, and there were no deities to be seen (although there'd been a long and thoughtful pause before he'd set foot in the home of a God of Biscuits). Apart from yesterday's brief and rather memorable encounter with what appeared to be a carnivorous sock, the island seemed calm and peaceful.

Which means something disastrous is going to happen any minute. Moist glanced around expectantly, but the laws of comic narrative apparently had their attention directed elsewhere this morning, so he shrugged and went back to writing his letter.

[ooc: open for all your godly biscuit needs, Moist or otherwise!]

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Jake wandered down to J,GOB instead of Perk for a change. He felt a sudden need for tasty baked goods.

He got some of said tastyness and a coffee and sat down by the window.

Moist was trying to work out a tactful way to ask Spike to tell Vetinari that he was well beyond his reach - and on how exactly one communicated smug laughter in a letter - and he looked up. "Good morning," he ventured, sizing up the new arrival as a student, and smiled, open and friendly.

"Morning," Jake replied politely. He gave the man a thoughtful look. "You're new, aren't you? I'm Jake Gavin jr, from the school."

"Good to meet you, Jake. I'm new and not," Moist replied. "Been here for a few weeks, but I've been busy dealing with the Post Office." He did the whole beaming with pride thing as he said, "Moist von Lipwig, Fandom's new Postmaster."

Jake beamed back. He rather admired postmen. They were kind of like couriers, after all. "Nice to meet you, mister.. Your first name is Moist? Really? Did your parents hate you?"

"I begin to supsect they must have." He shook his head, pleased that finally someone was having the expected reaction to his name. "A bit unfair, seeing as they'd only just met me."

"They could've given you the benefit of doubt," Jake agreed. He gave Moist a grin. "I mean, you've made it to Fandom Postmaster, which I think shows that you can't possibly be that bad."

"I'm a regular pillar of the community." Moist smiled modestly, but was privately amazed he wasn't struck by lightning. Obviously this Jeff was indifferent to lies, even ones of enormous magnitude, being told in his place of worship. "I'm sure they'd be very proud if they knew."

"I'm sure any parents would be." Jake tilted his head thoughtfully. "Hey, how exactly does fandom mail work, anyway? How does it get back and forth between places?"

"Magic," he answered promptly. "And quantum. Have you ever heard of something called a Sorting Engine?"

Jake blinked. "Um, no?"

Which wasn't a surprise. "I'm not a wizard, and this is really their area of expertise," but he could fake anything he had to, "but it seems to be a cross-dimensional mail sorting machine. The one where I come from tends to sort people into very small pieces, but the one here just delivers the mail. So far," he added, frowning at his coffee. He'd have to put a warning up. He didn't want to lose any employees.

"So it's a mail sorting machine and a soup maker for cannibals? Handy," Jake commented.

"Stew." Moist grinned. He liked this kid. "The pieces aren't that small."

Krycek had actually gone back to exercising more lately, and in the middle of a jog, a croissant sounded really really tasty suddenly.

Walking into the store and up to the counter, he got his croissant and a cup of hot, black coffee.

"Hey!" Jake called out, more because he was startled than anything else.

Krycek turned in surprise and found himself staring a moment, as though Jake was really not supposed to be at the bakery for some reason. "Hey."

"Um." Jake wasn't quite sure how to continue from here. He'd sort of gotten used to seeing Krycek in class and stuff, but seeing him outside of school just threw him for some reason. "Good morning?"

"Morning," Krycek repeated. He managed to stop staring when his coffee was set on the counter and he picked it up. "So," he began, awkwardly. "How's it going?"

Jake shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Um, wanna sit down for a bit?" he offered, trying not to look too hopeful. He missed talking to Krycek.

He blinked and finally nodded. "Sure," he accepted, thinking he could probably manage a conversation of reasonable length while sitting at the same table. Maybe.

Krycek grabbed his pastry and coffee and moved to take the chair across from Jake, smiling slightly. "You're not at the Perk," he noted, trying not to sound accusatory.

He might have tried, but he did anyway. Jake held up his pastry defensively. "I wanted food. I do eat food on occasions," he pointed out, smiling a little. Yay Krycek across from him!

"Very occasionally," he agreed, smile widening despite himself. "But not without coffee, of course."

"Well, no," Jake admitted. "Then the food wouldn't be any good." The only food Jake didn't have coffee to was soup. And even then he made sure to have some right after. Just out of principle. "You're... jogging?" he guessed after giving Krycek's outfit a quick look.

Krycek shrugged, dismissive. "Figured it'd be good to make sure I could still run a mile," he said. "And who knows what I'll end up doing - at least I'll have my health."

"Health is good," Jake agreed. Krycek's reference to the future made Jake remember the message Matrix had sent him. "I'm going to Amsterdam this weekend. They have coffee houses there that have nothing to do with coffee," he said, disapprovingly.

Krycek grinned. "They have more than enough of the regular kind though," he assured Jake.

"Well, yes, but it's the principle of the thing!" Jake insisted, waving a hand to emphasize his point. "Places called coffee houses should be all about the coffee!"

"They do usually sell coffee," Krycek said. "But they can't exactly call them what they are. And if they do sell coffee, even just plain, then it's not really wrong."

Jake's facial expression said that he definitely disagreed with that. "They could call it Happy Magic Cookie Place or something instead."

"I don't think you could convince them that's a viable alternative," Krycek said dryly.

"Not even if I make a petition?" Jake said hopefully.

"Pretty sure they're not going to change them, even with a petition," Krycek said patiently, smiling.

Jake sighed and poked his coffee sadly. "People can be so unreasonable sometimes."

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