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[afairtrade]

WHITNEY FIELD

Fancy dinner Friday night. My place. Wear your most cocktail-adjacent attire. No plus ones.

Comments

[malting]

Always, thank you. Where did you get it?

[veryrealnurse]

I made it in a fit of overconfidence. It's fresh, at least.

[malting]

That's how the best discoveries are made. I'll take fresh, we can curb the sourness with something infinitely more sweet. Though an alcohol induced stomachache by bathtub cider is also pretty period accurate.

[veryrealnurse]

I would hesitate to call this a 'best discovery.' But yes, no sugar was involved, hence the [...] badness of it.

I don't want to have to go crying to Prescott for Tums.

[malting]

Maybe it was the fact that the seeds can be metabolized into cyanide. What's some more poison in poison, anyway?

No, best not to waste a cry for help on Tums of all things.

[veryrealnurse]

I got out most of the seeds, I'm pretty sure. So just the regular dose of poison, hopefully.

I wonder if they actually have any.

[malting]

The dinner party will be a fun, high stakes experiment then. I love it.

Heartburn seems pretty low on the apocalypse list, so they either have a single expired bottle, or a stock pile.

[veryrealnurse]

Questionable cider drink will be the talk of Whitney.

I'm tempted to ask next time I'm there, just for curiosity's sake.

[malting]

That's actually a great name for a new cider. It'll go pretty well with "mystery punch" which got away from me before we could name it something better, and now it's stuck.

And when they ask why, you can say: "no reason," and ominously drift away.