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fandomtownies2015-12-13 03:00 pm
fjordicswagger) wrote in fandomtownies2015-12-13 03:00 pm
JGoB's, Sunday Afternoon
"This is seriously all you've got?"
Tamsin eyed the bewreathed guy behind the counter. The man became more fidgety under her glare, his eyes darting towards the display. "Sorry," he said. "We lose too much money this time of year because of all the free pastries the island hands out, so--"
"You're recycling island-pastries," Tamsin said flatly. "Ugh. Tell me you at least have hot cocoa, or something."
The man smiled nervously. "I can offer you pepermint--"
"Next year," Tamsin said, "I'm selling you people to Starbucks." She walked away from the counter and sank down into a seat.
The poor barista jittered. "Can she do that?" he hissed at his nearest colleague.
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Tamsin eyed the bewreathed guy behind the counter. The man became more fidgety under her glare, his eyes darting towards the display. "Sorry," he said. "We lose too much money this time of year because of all the free pastries the island hands out, so--"
"You're recycling island-pastries," Tamsin said flatly. "Ugh. Tell me you at least have hot cocoa, or something."
The man smiled nervously. "I can offer you pepermint--"
"Next year," Tamsin said, "I'm selling you people to Starbucks." She walked away from the counter and sank down into a seat.
The poor barista jittered. "Can she do that?" he hissed at his nearest colleague.
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