7:53:24 am
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7:53:24 am
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"What seems to be the problem?" The waiter asks.
"Oh, it's nothing really. The food is wonderful, the drinks are wet and well, it's just this pie."
"The pie, sir?"
"Yes, it's delicious! I can't really tell what you put in there, but there's something that just tickles the senses. Like a five-spice, but with mulling. Such a pleasant numbness throughout the periphery of my body I might as well be drunk, but I'm sober as a scarecrow in autumn. Might you tell me what's in it?"
"Sir, I will have to get the chef because we don't serve pie."
"What?"
"We don't serve pie, sir. We don't even have apples. We got an extra shipment in from the farm, but they were for the staff to take home. They did come with sachets in the box, though."
"A preservation?"
"Possibly fermented."
"Maybe even mold."
"...Dear, I'm not feeling so good."