Test Drive Meme!

[hey35andholding]

HOW TO PLAY:

* Tag into this post with a pup you're thinking of apping to the bar with a brief EP set within Milliways and/or its universe. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup.

* If you already play at Milliways, feel free to tag in with your own characters and interact with the new pups. You can also post your own EPs for these new characters to thread with.

* Mingle, post, and have fun!

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[operates_cobra]

"Okay."

After a moment of looking serious, thoughtful, and as much like The Expert as he can manage, he nods. He follows her to the bar, determined to look as confident as he can manage, the way she does. He wants to be The Expert for her, make her proud of him.

"But I'll probably need to hear more about it. It might not be what it pretends to be."

After clambering up onto the stool, Henry regards the Bar dubiously. Finally, he says decisively, "Hot chocolate, please. With cinnamon. ...And snicker-doodles."

As long as he's at it, he'll see what he can get away with.

[notinthebook]

He's sure the best expert she knows, so she nods as she slides up onto a stool herself.

"I'll tell you everything I know. It's not much, but it's enough for you to get a start on it, easy."

He's such a smart kid, he'll probably grasp the whole thing about a million times faster than she did.

But first, she waits, expectant, for the Bar to do her thing, and she doesn't disappoint: hell, she even offers up a hot chocolate for Emma, too, in a way fancier cup than usual, handle curved into a gracefull scroll and thin porcelain decorated with pretty designs.

The cookies look pretty good, too.

She doesn't notice right away, though: she's too busy watching Henry, her own smile impossible to push away. "Pretty awesome, right?"

[operates_cobra]

With Henry, it might be less grasping what's actually going on and more fitting it into exactly what he already thinks about Storybrooke to make it fit.

Then again, he's right about that situation.

His cup is far less decorative than Emma's: pretty or not, he's a ten-year-old and an enthusiast. Instead he gets a sturdy, plain clay mug, but the whipped cream and cinnamon are as exquisite as the other cup's designs.

He smiles even wider. "That is so awesome. How does it do that?"

As he asks, he reaches for a cookie. Yummy.