Don't Call It A Gift

The Fool shuffles in, humming softly to himself. It's been a while since... a lot of things. Summer is waning and Autumn is licking at her heels. Or nipping. Or both. The Fool didn't know or care, really. He did lean up on the Bar's bar and said, "Perhaps a celebration of the in between time. Of one season ending and the other beginning?" He paused thoughtfully. "Or apples. Apple food? Food made from apples. For everyone?"

He's in an apple mood.

The bar is obliging and sets out a massive spread of apple related food and drink. Some that he recognizes, some that he doesn't. But that means nothing. It's all apples and that's what matters.


[OOC:

As usual:

1. Communication is key.
2. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, slap a content warning on it.
3. What happens in the All-Skate, stays in the All-Skates! Unless, that is, it happens between approved game characters and all muns agree.
4. Please don't be a dick.
5. You can ignore the theme if you want, but I hope you'll work it in!]