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[untilmydarknessgoes]

[After Damon's back from his incessant whining and complaining magical adventures as a pony, Damon cracks open that journal.]

I was under the distinct impression this place was more like Saw less Little Shop of Horrors. Then again, you guys told me there weren't any fairies and look at what showed up just days later.

You guys really aren't trying very hard to build some trust here, are you?

Anyway, all I need to know - the alcohol been replenished yet?

[He could do with a stiff drink after that.]

Comments

[imnot_likeyou]

Asking the castle for it? You just say "Hey, castle. Can I have a cookie?"

[and with that a chocolate chip cookie lands on his desk. Not that Damon can see this, but Sam can.]


... Damnit.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Did you just order a cookie?

[imnot_likeyou]

Apparently it thought I did.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Huh.

Well, I was referring more to how the trade-off between asking the castle for shit and its retribution went, but at least you got a cookie.

[imnot_likeyou]

Oh.

[a beat]

Well, aside from it occasionally trying to kill us, apparently every once in a while it gets pissed at us for asking for everything and points out, again, that that stuff doesn't exactly come for free. Last time it happened over the course of a weekend, knocked out half the castle.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Well then, I hope that's one delicious cookie.

[imnot_likeyou]

You and me both.