h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

splendid blends, heavenly herbals, unlikely specialties, improbable orangutans, a piano. Even the chairs are musical.

*an American citizen who doesn't know how the other option goes pecks out "Rule Britannia*

Rule Britannia...Britannia rules the waves...

*and please note bonus singing along*

hhhmph! skunked again!

But, being a good sport, she hums along.

Britons never never never shall be slaves....

*stops abruptly*

And that's all l know.

I would have just sung Du-du-da-dum-dum DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM DUMB!
------------> ^}~{^ (blackcurrant tea, tepid)

*smiles*

But l wanted to showcase my marvelous(ly off key) singing voice...and hopefully mask my lack of skill with the piano...

*sips cautiously*

*eyelids heavy, bed calling, must go*

See you tomorrow. ~waves~

'Night, Witty.

*starts messing about idly with the piano...does the begining of Fur Elise, one of the few other things she can play*

Let's just have a conversation in one place tonight and not offend other researchers.
*checks IIEM, changes filters, and puts it on autopilot*

If anyone turns up and wants a chat, we can just nip in through the tunnel.

Sounds a plan.

*sets tea aside for later, nips through tunnel and melds*

*wanders in thinking he would appreciate a nice hot cocoa about now*
*looks about and decides this is the kind a place where a horse could sidle up to a nice cup of cocoa and not have everybody look crosseyed at him*

How's a guy go about gitt'n hisself a nice cup of cocoa around here, preferrably made with Belgian chocolate.

No, I am not a Belgian, I just thinks they make the best chocolate, almost makes alternate for doing the 'stud'ly thing.

*skates in via the tunnel at the approach of a newcomer, and bounds up the stairs and into the cafe*

Helloa, Wild Stallion. lt's pretty quiet in here at the moment, but the clientele might pick up in a bit.
Whenever you want a drink of any kind (as long as it's nonalcoholic), just step up to the counter and order it from that complicated-looking box-thing there. That's the llEM, or lnfinite lmprobablility Espresso Machine, and it can get you anything you'd like.
Just watch...
*goes up to the counter*
llEM? One cup of hot cocoa, Belgian chocolate, please, for the equine gentleman here.
*the cocoa materalises below, and she slides it down the counter to Wild Stallion*
There you are. Simple as that.

There are couches and chairs and comfy places to sit and stand all over, as well as a TV and a player piano. Do make yourself at home.

*pushes door open from back porch*
A wild horse, heh heh heh

Hello Stud Lady. I went to the Forum and Firkin. They drink the Lysol there instead of using it to clean. No cleaning bot like here.
*eyes glow redly*
I won't go back there. Cat ogre there, not normal like your cat buddy.
sniff sniff
cream cheese on your breath. What did Styx miss?

Lysol on the Rocks. Has its place in any party...l like straight vanilla extract with a Nyquil chaser better, myself...

lf you go back to the Atelier, there's some jello Lil made. With whipped cream, cream cheese, fruit. lt's good.

*zips out back door into woods*

*rouses self sleepily and sets aside Wild Stallion's cocoa; makes sure everything's wiped down and ready for any incoming customers*

There we go, then....
*exits and walks through the tunnel to meld for the night*

*Wanders in and steps up to the IIEM*

Double espresso please IIEM.

*Takes cc((~)), sets up VPB, steps in and lights up Marlboro.*

Hi all,

How was the week-end.

*walks up to IIEM, takes humongous mug off belt clip *

IIEM, please fill up with strong, sweet black coffee.

*takes a sip*

Thanx IIEM thats perfect, as usual.

*washes up*

Morning

*sticks head round door*
Blimey, just caught up from Friday! Only taken me about 3 hours.
(On and off reading, due to w*** )
I'll just leave this and come back later.
*throws {[B17]} on counter and leaves again*