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jason "why am i like this" todd ([personal profile] mind_blown) wrote2019-07-31 08:58 pm
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AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE CONCIERGE

[personal profile] inthenightmods 2020-02-20 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
On Wednesday, Jason will run into the Concierge out and about in town. They have a piping hot mug gripped in each of their hands, stepping carefully so as not to spill anything as they head for the races. But oh! Here, so long as he's here, Jason can have a mug! It's too cold out to be without a bit of warmth.

It's . . . ostensibly a latte, complete with little leaf design in the foam. If Jason drinks it, he'll find it tastes of, hm, soap? Definitely overtones of soap, because someone put an entire chunk of deodorant in there.

It's an Old Spice Latte.