The Disappearing Coffee: FFM #6 2025
Jul. 9th, 2025 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rainstardragon---
Once again the kitchen was empty of coffee. The gnome watched her over the last dregs, swallowing even the grounds at the bottom of his borrowed mug.
“’Bout time you woke up, young’n. We need to have a serious chat about the muck you’re bringing in this house. I can’t let it go on.”
“Are you a house Brownie? I know I need to tidy a little more forcefully, but I plan to catch up after I’ve got this project done.”
“Your painting? Child, I’m not talking about your art mess, or your forgetting to wash up after supper. You do that when you’ve made breakfast. No, I’m talking about this crap.” He held up the empty can, shaking it. “It’s basically ground poop. If you want poop coffee, at least treat yourself right and spring for the Kopi Luwak, not something that’s had the soul processed out.”
“You’ve stolen my coffee every morning because it’s the cheap stuff? It’s all I can afford! If you keep stealing it I may as well get the cheap stuff if I’m not even going to get more than the one cup when I bring it home.”
“You get yourself something halfway decent, then I won’t have to dispose of it, will I?”
She sputtered, unable to argue with that. “How’d you even get in?”
“Always been here, since before they built it. I’m a gnome, not a Brownie, by the way. Shame they don’t tell the stories anymore.” He smiled mysteriously.