Jeff, God of Biscuits...Delivery Cart, Near The School Gates, Friday Afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

Yes, Francine Peters stole a golf cart.

Yes, even though there was nobody left in J,GoB, she felt guilty about it.

Yes, she was Francine Peters and thus was fully under the impression that Professor Skywalker would probably send her to jail for it eventually, but there was a war on and THE PEOPLE NEEDED CHOCOLATE.

Which is why there was a golf cart full of chocolate-frosted chocolate chocolate fudge double chunk ripple chocolate cupcakes, doughnuts and yes, people with long memories for stupidity, brownies (sans oregano), located at the corner of Mallard and Chimera, for any of Fandom's brave fighters who need more artillery. Or had the munchies.

Yes, Natalie, there was definitely also coffee.

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[stykera]

Stark thought about that for a very short time before nodding. "Of course. You can have any of them." He waved a hand over his contributions then pointed at the frightening ones he had made with Anders yesterday. "Don't eat those though. You don't want those. Nobody wants those. "

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine was a little scared of them herself. "I was going to ask why you made them, but I didn't want to seem rude if like... those are your national dish or something. "

[stykera]

It was all Anders's fault. Obviously.

"Weaponized cupcakes," Stark said. "It seemed better if they were, well, more weapon-like. I don't think I have a national dish. Or a national anything."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked up at... what there was of a sky. "I... don't guess any of us do, anymore." What with there being nothing like a nation left out there.

[stykera]

Stark looked upward but did not see any wonders to share and shivered.

"No," he said softly. "I don't think we do. Only this." This rapidly shrinking island refuge that had been home. "I miss the sky."