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12/7/2025 6:56:32 AM
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*drago wanders in from the cold a dusting of snow still on his trusty coat and pelt poncho... takes a moment to take in the latest shift in decorum...
"I would like some hot chocolate, ice tea and a calzone ... It's good to see you back in good health...and I brought gifts ...
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"I'll get things moving in the kitchen.Your usual table is available if you'd like." Purplespider gestures towards the table by the fountain.
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"ah thanks I appreciate it... *Wanders over to his regular table and sets Frankie's skull on the table which begins to play a movie via hologram projected above the center of the table(Grandma got ran over by a reindeer) and removes from the jacket a rough patchwork bag held together with strips of inscribed leather... with a rattle of it's contents is also set on the table...
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Purplespider steps up to the table. She sets a cool glass of iced tea down. " The kettle's on for hot chocolate. Would you like dark, milk, or white chocolate? Whipped cream?" She nods towards the skull. "Hi Frankie. Do you need anything?"
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"awesome... *Downs about a third of the tea in one go... "Dark please with whip and some of those mini marshmallows if you have them...and as for Frankie... *The projected movie pauses and switches to a old and grainy milk commercial alongside with a short but classic clip of Tom and Jerry of which Tom clearly has the upper hand.... The audio crackles a bit and then resumes to the movie... "Well that answers that...
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"We've got marshmallows. I'll get some milk for Frankie. Not sure if we have any mouse. I'll check. We should have some rabbit, would that be okay instead?"
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*the skull rattles once more and a spliced video of a young Simba is chasing down Thumper around the table... "He has been getting better and better at abusing my archives...
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Purplespider laughs. She gently strokes a finger across the top of Frankie's skull. "You're a character, Frankie. I bet you keep Dragokin on his toes keeping up. I'll be right back." She hurries back into the kitchen.
