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Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 10/04 ]

Inspired by last night's radio...really inspired, Turtle was not only plunking M&M after M&M into a cup of coffee until it started to taste 'better,' but she had a special sale going on, as well.

Today's Special!
Buy One, Get One Free on:
Bags of M&Ms [Any variety!]
Bags of coffee [Any variety!]
Bottles of Stain-B-Gone Dish Cleaner!

Quite frankly, though, she didn't think that the experiment was doing anything but ruining perfectly good M&Ms.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Sumatra, Snickerdoodle*, Grape Judas

* Not made of people.

Turtle & Canary is open!

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Who knows well to avoid Miss Turtle when she's in one of her experimenting moods.

She's giving free samples of the M&M coffee, and hoping to God that the new police guy, Mister Kowalski, hasn't patented it yet.

"That's a lot of chocolate," Jeff commented, smartly, as he plodded into the store around lunchtime with a bag of doughnuts.

"And it's still not enough to make coffee taste any better," Turtle remarked, with a bit of a sigh, but she turned a small smile toward Jeff. "How's it goin'?"

With a truly enthusiastic arc, Jeff tossed the doughnuts onto the counter. "Excellent," he declared, "The seventh round of sketches has eliminated several of the anatomic issues of the sixth!" He was appropriately enthused about it.

"Anatomic issues?"

It was said very much like Turtle wished she hadn't said it at all.

"There was some trouble with leg-positioning," he explained, poking at the doughnuts. "I brought lunch."

"Oh." Hand to heart, Turtle visibly relaxed. Thank God that was all he meant. She smiled and considered the doughnuts. "Can doughnuts really be considered lunch?" she asked, but, as she reached into the bag to grab one, that clearly wasn't going to stop her.

"You don't really complain, do you?" he asked, leaning against the desk. "Certainly, lunch could be a bit more ornate, but there's simple lunches, like doughnuts."

"Oh, I'm not complaining," Turtle agreed, and made it quite clear as she was talking through a big mouthful, "I was just observing, you know."

"Observing's good," he agreed, "You can see a lot of things, er, observing." He peered over the counter. "Chocolate coffee?"

"Yeah," Turtle gave it a forlorn look. "I read about it on radio; the new guy at the station does it. I don't think it works."

There was a bit more staring as he thought that over. "Have you tried stirring it?" he said, smartly.

Turtle, too, stared. At the cup, as if it insulted her father. "No," she admitted, a bit crossly. "They didn't say anything about stirring, just that he put them in!"

"Well, there you go." Jeff was pleased to have helped. He really was. He was grinning. "You put in the chocolate, then you stir it, it might soak in a bit."

"It still will probably taste like coffee," Turtle lamented lightly. "I think the only way to fix coffee is to not have it at all."

Look, a Marco! With a rubber band.

"Don't. Even. Think about it."

Turtle didn't even know what Marco had; she assumed, however, that it was something.

Marco looked totally innocent as a the rubber band went flying over Turtle's head.

Turtle let out a small cry, but was able to duck in time, calling out, "Watch it, Marco, or you'll be just like Stephanides!"

Marco blinked. "Who?"

"Cal Stephanides." Turtle said the name like it was a dirty word and lifted her chin with affronted dignity. "He spit on me and is a horrible radio broadcaster. If Sokka can be trusted as a source, turns out I put him in crutches, and he so deserved it."

"You put someone in crutches? Awesome!"

Turtle knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help grinning. "Do I get a high five from you, too?" she wondered.

"Are you going to kick me if I get too close?"

Turtle waved a hand. "You have immunity, remember? You're safe. Unless you fling more rubber bands at me."

"Awesome." Marco came over for his high five, which he fully intended to turn into a hug.

Turtle, who had only been expecting a high five, found herself also in a hug.

Yes, it was only because she wasn't expecting it that she let it happen.

Honest.

"HUGS WERE NOT IN THE DEAL."

Marco beamed and backed out of kicking range.

Turtle straightened and brushed off her shirt as if hugs might cause something to infect her. "I don't understand," she declared, "what is with you people and hugs lately."

"Hugs are nice!" Marco informed her. "Maybe you just have Issues."

"Or," Turtle said pointedly, "a boyfriend."

Leaving for work in a bit, but around in the evening!

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