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You serious? [That's some kind of alchemy or sorcery or some shit, man. Dixon's don't drink flowery sounding stuff like that, that's for damn certain. Merle would beat Daryl three ways till Sunday if he thought he'd even been inside any establishment that doesn't sell whiskey.]

I am SO serious. It's September. I want all of the pumpkin spiced everything.

Pretty sure the pumpkin started the 25th of August.

Are you fucking with me? Because that's not funny. I've missed a week of Pumpkin Spice?

*Holding up a Venti sized cup he pops off the lid and holds it out. Smell the pumpkin goodness.* Not fuckin' with you.

[She just makes a sad pathetic sound]

Take a drink I don't have cooties.

[She eyes him over the coffee cup and then does take a sip because who can resist the first Pumpkin Spiced Latte of the year?]

Fuuuuck I have missed that.

[Okay, so here's a question no sane or normal person has probably ever asked before.]

[Daryl wrinkles his nose at her, drawling~] Why?

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Uh. [And he just gets the 'are you serious? Are you trolling me? LOOK]
...Because it's the most delicious. Like Pumpkin pie, but in other food and beverage form?

Don't get the point, is all. [Making one thing taste like something else? Madness, clearly. Nevermind that Daryl's sorry excuse for an upbringing deprived him of all forms of coffee that weren't black as tar and about as thick.]

["S'posed to stick to your ribs," his Daddy had said. Helps to line the stomach before a hard day of drinking or some nonsense.] Just gotta eat what's given to you. Don't matter how it tastes.

Seriously? The whole point of Food is that it tastes good.

Are you honestly saying you wouldn't pick a delicious meal over a... Bowl of oatmeal?

*No one can, that's who. Even though it's warm enough he thought to ask for it over ice.*

A year is way too long to wait. Starbucks is right now the street if you feel like taking a quick stroll.

[Still delicious, even over ice]

Depends on if it matters that I'm married or not.

Only if it'll matter to your spouse. I don't want to piss anyone off. Just want more coffee.

Nope. Coffee it is! Lead the way!

Fist bump or high five for coffee solidarity? *Jay holds out a waiting hand. He'll go either way; fist bump or a high five.*

I ain't sayin' that. [Hey, if someone put a roasted hog in front of him and then a bit of stale roadkill with tire treads still in the fur next to it, he knows which he'd choose. Some people just aren't lucky enough to be given a choice in the first place.]

[Daryl shuffles a little uncomfortably in the face of her incredulity. He hates having his white trash roots - so obvious already - exposed like this, open to scrutiny.] Just sayin' you gotta eat when you can. Doesn't matter too much what it is. Food's food, right?

Oh hell yes. [She goes for a fistbump]

Few few things are better than coffee.

I'm Anna. Nice to meet you.

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It's kind of what you said. [She crosses her arms and tilts her head]

Some food is better than No food, but that's not the point. Zucchini Loaf or Banana Bread is just as good as whole wheat. Better if you happen to like those flavours.

[How? How can that not be the point? Surely getting food should be the priority? Any notion that says otherwise just perplexes poor Daryl and his hunt-or-be-hunted mentality.] Guess so. If you get to make the choice. S'pose I never thought it about it all that much.

Still wouldn't turn down a free meal, though. Even if it tasted like skunk. [Which, in actual fact, isn't really all that bad in Daryl's experience, if you cook it right.]

Okay but you get to make the choice at Starbucks. You can have the same Mocha you can have any time of the year, or you can pick the limited-time flavour that tastes like pie, only caffinated.

[She is being so patient with him]

Sure you could lick the bottom of a coffee pot, but beverage-pie taste.

[Waves a hand only a little dismissively because all this talk of coffee and pie is making him hungry.] I get it, I get it. S'pose I just ain't ever tried nothin' like that.

[Or ever will because, hello, would never be caught dead in a Starbucks. Mainly because he's half-afraid they'd just throw him out on his ass again anyway.]

Well that's a different game all together.
C'mon. My treat!

I would kill for a spiced pumpkin latte right now. [Isabel murmurs more to herself. She can't help overhearing the redhead's question.]