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[pheromonecoffee]

So we all need a break and some fun right? Anthony and I are going to try to eat an entire cake, and there's a really nice bakery cafe thing on Pine so everyone is also invited to try. I, personally, will take any bets from someone who can finish an entire cake. Any takers?

Also I will be drinking hot sauce and coffee since somebody won't leave me alone about it :|;;;; Who wants to miss that? No one wants to miss that. I'm sure I'll laugh about it in thirty years.

3PM, that one on Pine and 4th.

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No he seriously is waiting there at the cafe for anyone to join him. Because what is stupid adventures without friends?

But the more people come the better it is for the bakery owners, right? Totally. So grab a chair, get some coffee and let us all eat until we are sick. Just be prepared for commentary from the kid.]

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[pheromonecoffee]

I take any bet that won't kill someone or get me arrested.

[abhero]

[Finally sits down in front of Matt and drops his voice a little to talk about SECRET NUMBERS CLUB STUFF.]

How 'bout you let me practice my powers on you? Don't worry it's harmless.

[Sort of.]

[pheromonecoffee]

[THESE ARE NOT THE KIND OF BETS HE EXPECTED.]

What are those?

[abhero]

I can [He wants to say “control” but that sounds pretty bad, so…] affect people’s emotions with music. Like really change them. I played Donna Donna on the network and people just started crying -

[A beat, saying you can make someone cry miiiight not be the best way to convince them.]

Not just crying, of course, I tried happy music too and it worked. I bet I can do different feelings but I need someone to try it on if I’m gonna figure it out.

[pheromonecoffee]

You know, you could've just asked if you wanted help with that...

[abhero]

[He perks up.]

Really? Then I ask for help! And I'll think about another bet 'cause really I'm just looking for an excuse to eat a whole cake. With hot sauce.

[pheromonecoffee]

Be my guest. But you can't bet me to pay for it. This undertaking is your financial burden.

1/2

[abhero]

[Emil puffs his cheeks and tilts his head a little from side to side.]

Hmm, that’s a tough one then… I already spent this month's fun budget on fireworks...

[abhero]

But I can’t back away from a challenge! [Of course he can. It’s self imposed. He just loves stupid shit too much.] I just have to remember to even it out with next month’s paycheck.

[He marches to the register and comes back with a black forest cake.]

Can you at least share the hot sauce?

[pheromonecoffee]

That I can do. [He pushes it across the table.] And may I suggest the lemon chiffon cake?

[abhero]

[He looks down at the black forest cake. Yeah, a chiffon cake probably has less of a chance to resurface.]

Okay, I’ll trust you on that one.

[He goes to replace the cake, sets the new one on the table and pours hot sauce generously.]

Well then! I’ll keep thinking about bets as I eat, that’ll keep me motivated.

[He eats a bite and makes a face. God it’s a bad combination. But he’s determined to eat everything even if it kills him.]

[pheromonecoffee]

[Matt just sips his hot sauce and coffee with a perfectly straight face.]

Just don't get sick. The bakery people are being very nice about things.

[abhero]

[Emil looks from the coffee mug to Matt’s face and, determined not to lose points on presentation, eats the next bite completely stone faced.]

Ha! Don’t underestimate me, I definitely will NOT get sick.

[He eats in silence for a while, concentrating on not letting how bad it tastes to show on his face. After he finishes a slice and moves on to the next one, though, the taste doesn’t bother him anymore. It doesn’t even feel too hot, and Emil looks a little more lively, like he’s actually enjoying it. In fact, he’s starting to think he won’t mind putting more weird things on the cake...

Then a familiar sensation washes over him and he puts his fork down.]

Dude. I think I just got a really weird Echo.

[pheromonecoffee]

[Matt is just a really good bullshitter. It's disgusting. He blinks at Emil's comment, though. He keeps doing that to people.]

You ate cake with hot sauce in your last life?

[abhero]

Uh. I have no idea. But suddenly it just stopped being gross and I think I'm okay with putting more stuff on it.

[pheromonecoffee]

I think that's cheating.

[abhero]

[An indignant gasp!]

No it's not! You said you'd take bets from anyone who can finish a whole cake. Being grossed out by the cake wasn't a part of the deal.

[pheromonecoffee]

You'll still get the bet but that's definitely cheating. I should've specified no echoes.

[abhero]

Then edit the post, but it's not my fault I got one in the middle of eating.

[Besides, he may have gotten back his past-self taste for disgusting food combinations, but that doesn't mean eating a so much of it is going to be easy...]

[pheromonecoffee]

Too late for it now. I didn't think I was going to need rules.

[abhero]

[Another forkful of cake.]

Considering the people you asked, maybe you should’ve seen it coming…

[pheromonecoffee]

I dared to have faith in my brethren.

[abhero]

There there. Take it as a learning experience.

[After a sagely nod, Emil turns his full attention to devouring the cake. Some time after the halfway mark, it’s definitely a struggle, but he prevails. Eventually he places the fork on the empty plate and leans back.

He’d totally make a victory speech but he can’t speak right now. Or move.]

[pheromonecoffee]

... Should I call the hospital?

[abhero]

nnngh. No, m'fine. Never better.