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)

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was sadly not in the mood for coffee today, though she appreciated the main narrative's thought. While the raincloud of the morning had dissipated, she had a harder look on her face than she'd had when she'd last come across Francine.

"Can I just get a bagful of everything?"

This was not what her messenger bag was generally for.

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thatsamilkshake]

"Sure." Francine paused. "For eating or throwing? If it's for eating I won't give you the horseradish ones."

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[whenshewasnice]

"For throwing," Natalie replied before Francine had really even had the chance to finish.

There was a hint of 'I will eat once we win' in there.

Re: Talk to the Baker(s)

[thatsamilkshake]

"Horseradish and ketchup it is." After talking to Stark about why he'd made the weird ones, Francine had come up with a few on the fly herself.