Slamfist entered the strangely quiet coffeehouse. "Yea, tis a weekend, but rarely has the coffeehouse stood so still, so solemnly quiet even on a weekend. Where are my kin, my brethren, the keepers of the hope and the flame, the makers of the leaf and bean?
"Wilson! Come forth young Chilla!" The chinchilla master of the house appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of pastries. "Chirp?" "Yes Wilson, it's a quiet morning, it's been an odd month of changes, but we can still count on you. Let's get that breakfast served up."
Strange tidings indeed, betide us this month, there have been many new faces, and we seem to be missing some of our regulars. Yet, the coffeehouse remains a haven for today and tomorrow. Breakfast (brunch, elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea) is served folks.
"Wilson! Come forth young Chilla!" The chinchilla master of the house appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of pastries. "Chirp?" "Yes Wilson, it's a quiet morning, it's been an odd month of changes, but we can still count on you. Let's get that breakfast served up."
Strange tidings indeed, betide us this month, there have been many new faces, and we seem to be missing some of our regulars. Yet, the coffeehouse remains a haven for today and tomorrow. Breakfast (brunch, elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea) is served folks.