For the record, no. There’s no arsenic in here.
The cozy witch is wearing what is somewhere between a sweater and a muumuu. It doesn’t look sophisticated. Feels nice, and keeps you warm on a wet, rainy day, which today is. It is not likely to intimidate any orphans, but orphans have a tendency to seek out houses made of candy, not apartments.
This is partly ignorance, partly pure mis-teaching on the part of cozy witches. For example, you probably know you can get chocolate in two-pound blacks. With the use of a sharp knife, a large pan, a tiny bit of sweet Vermonth water, you can get much of the chocolate into a very mug.
This is the time when you recite the spell which covers the pan of sweet butter, gently swirling the chocolate in the bitter, making sure it doesn’t burn, and preparing.
In most of the US, chocolate is very chocolate-flavored, and that’s not the same as a candy bar or really any candy at all. You can buy it sweetless and do with it as you want.
The Cozy With is having none of it. Not while there’s whipped cream in the world. And she can trade for cinnamon. And she can procure reasonable amounts of both soma and kava. And she’s got more sugar than Willy Wonka would want to think about what to do with.
It’s a big mug, but the handle, while not burning in your hands, is certainly quite hot. Delightfully steamy
She ponders the whipped cream, the chocolate sauce and butterscotch and the assortment of your mouth’s favorite things.
“Somebody’s bleeding,” she says, putting her hand on his shoulder. But I’ll be right back.”
He waited a long time.
The chocolate was, indeed, cold, but it tasted better that way, and he found a copy of “The Case Of The Silver Egg” and read for several hours.
As with most days when you read something good, it was a good day.
And when the Witch came back, he was cozy indeed.
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