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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Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"And low morale?" Katchoo was onto you, Francine.

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thatsamilkshake]

"Is this the part where you try to convince me to wear that sweater with the plunging neckline again?" Instead of, you know, the same thing she'd been wearing yesterday, now heavily dusted with flour.

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Who, me?" Katchoo could feign innocence quite well, thank you. She just wasn't trying to. "I said morale with an e, nothing about questionable morals."

Hers or anyone else's. Probably hers.

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mm-hmm." Francine believed her, really. "Just don't eat all the weapons. Save some to throw if any of those jerks show up around here."

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo eyed a tray of horrifying horseradish-frosted cupcakes -- probably Anders's contribution from yesterday -- pointedly. "Oh, don't worry. Those are definitely safe from me, Francie."

Hopefully from Francine, too. Yes, we're looking at you, Ms. Stick-of-Butter-and-a-Turkey-Leg.

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thatsamilkshake]

Hey now. A concussion can make anybody crazy.

Let alone, you know. Those already disposed in that direction.

"Yea, I'm not sure what the point of those was. To burn up their heads from the inside, maybe?"

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo leaned closer to sniff one of the cupcakes experimentally.

"More like their stomachs. Blech, those even smell vile."

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, I was thinking they wouldn't ever reach the stomach."