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*hops onto your lap*
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Yikes! Oh it's you Joe. That startled me bud. *pets*
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Oh sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. D: *nuzzles head under hand*
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I didn't spill the cider so we're good. *continues petting* Everything going alright?
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My nose is just really stuffed up, and I don't feel all that well... I hate October. *purrs*
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Aww, sorry to hear that bud.
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*sniffs glass of cider* Could I have a sip of that? I'm kinda cold.
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Sure. You know what, here. *wraps Joe in jacket*
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*sniffs* Much better. Thank you. *licks hand*
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Don't mention it. *sips cider* I might get cold now though.
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Hmm...you know what this place needs? It needs a fireplace. :/
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Yeah, that and a juke box.
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Here ya go Zest.
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Thanks Ender. So how are things?
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They're good man, you?
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All's well that end's well.
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That's good to hear.
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*burns tongue* I really should have saw that coming.
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Ha, you gotta be careful.
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I know, hot cider's just too good.
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>doesn't liek cider I'm going to just say sure
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Eh it's not for everyone, but it's one of my favorite drinks out there. *sips* Ahhh, that's better.
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Alright
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What do you prefer then?