“Well not everyone can pull a mustache, but you seem to do it, it
even makes you look a bit serious.” Shalbie said as He looked around
the bar, which appeared to be nearing its witching hour in which very
few patrons remained inside and the staff began to clean and prepare
the place for the next day.“What kind of milk? Hum it could be
the Chateau variety, you know the kind of milk that’s not meant for
kids.”Shalbie commented as he inspected his empty glass. “Its a
secret recipe from the owner’s wife and the drink all visitors want to
have a taste off, and I’ll let you in on a secret. There’s two types of
chateau milk the one they give to common folk and the one they give to
the Royal family. The one meant for the castle is more creamy and sweet
compared to the one they usually serve here.” He added as he grabbed a
cracker from a plate a barmaid had placed on their table as the shadow
explained the drink to his new friend.
“Ohhh…” the Repairman nodded, slightly leaning to the side. “That…that would make sense.”
Patiently, he listened to Shalbie’s secret, and smiled.
“You know,” he said, taking another sip, “that reminds me of something…See, I was out in New New York one day, and….”
He prattled on, telling a slightly incoherent story about robots, flying cars, and an irrelevant corporate conspiracy.
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