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[callmemeg]

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[toesies]

[She waves back! In a pleasant enough mood for someone who has been in a murdergame for weeks.]

Something like that! Running low on coffee supplies, actually.

[callmemeg]

Coffee...

[ a wistful. ]

Whoever came up with that deserves a place on Olympus. I think I might miss it once this is over.

[toesies]

[She is somehow surprised, despite knowing Meg is from ancient times? Ma'am.]

Oh, shit. Coffee isn't a thing yet in Greece?

[callmemeg]

[ i keep missing words and that's how you know i'm tired ]

Nope. It's usually water or wine back home, no matter the time of day.

[toesies]

[you're so valid.]

... Well, water is important...? [GREECE, YOUR HYDRATION.] Maybe we should just send you off with a lifetime supply.

[callmemeg]

Oh, that wouldn't be bad at all. Maybe I should change my wish to that, hm?

[ she would never but it's fun to think about what she'd wish for if she weren't, you know, essentially a slave ]

[toesies]

I don't think you would even have to. If you don't ruin the bag, coffee can last in the pantry, I don't know— a year? Two? I bet one of the avatars could find seeds, too. Plant that shit. Start your own coffee farm. Take over Greece.

[Get all of Greece addicted to coffee and become rich, Meg.]