Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20161008203617/@comment-26104528-20161011164056

"Well, Tea-Ching serves actual tea, not hot leaf juice." the cyborg answered and took another sip.

"Isn't that all tea basically?" Stella asked, pouring herself a hot cup of milk.

Fritz was physically taken aback somewhat. "Uh, no to tenth power. Leave the tea leaves in there too long, and then it tastes like trash from the extra tannins, aka, hot leaf juice."

Stella rolled her eyes and poured more milk, only for the carton to run dry. She patted the bottom a few times to get the last few drops before shrugging and tossing the empty thing into the recycle bin. "Alright boys, I gotta make a milk run. Think you can figure things out without me?"

"Figured things out for 18 years meeting you so..." Fritz jested, setting one of the large cups on the table.

Stella paused at the door, glared at him "Oh, is that you saying you don't mind being single again, 'cause I sure wouldn't!" she playfully blew him a kiss in an almost cartoonish way. With his free hand, Fritz 'caught' it in midair and threw it back as if it were an invisible shuriken. Karate-chopping the imaginary projectile out of the air, Stella waved and left.

Fritz stood stricken for a moment and then turned to Azzie, doing a mediocre job of hiding his worry that there was a pretty good chance that conversation with Stella may end up more than just playful banter.

"Talk about plot convinence." he shuffled over to the couch. He gently pushed aside a box of files and sat down. "What's going on?"