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“The God stared at His desk. He blinked. He blinked again, tilting His head to the side. He raised up a hand to gently brush aside His veil as if the action would somehow change what He was looking at.
“Georgia was still in her proper place. She was open, waiting to have her ink ribbon replaced to continue her work. It was the process of getting a fresh ink ribbon that had made the God walk away from His desk, leaving Georgia alone briefly before returning.
“Sitting beside Georgia was a pot of freshly brewed chamomile tea. A cup sat beside the pot, waiting to be filled and drunk from by the God. The cup was decorated with images of chrysanthemums. The tea was not the only thing beside Georgia. There was also a very generously sized slice of cake on a plate waiting for Them. It was some kind of lemon cake with red and yellow sprinkles on top of the frosting.
“These were not here before.
“Slowly the God looked around to try and ascertain who had left these on Their desk. They took a few steps forward, frowning to Themselves.
“The confused God missed the small bit of blue fur on the ground, left behind by the one who had left the tea and cake for Him. If He had found it and given it a little sniff, He would have noticed that the fur had a heavy smell of sweat and cheap cologne, revealing the giver’s identity as the God of Leadership’s second-in-command known as Capochin.
“But the God did not find the fur and so They never realized who gave it to Them.
“With a sigh He sat down at His desk. Picking up the pot, He bitched it. For a brief moment They remembered the first time They had used the phrase around Thespius. Thespius had laughed for a good hour. The fresh smell of the tea filled Their nostrils. They wrinkled Their nose under Their mask. The herbal smell was delicious. He took a small sip before turning His attention to the cake. He picked up the plate and began to eat, taking a small bite first before allowing His mouth to properly widen and eat the cake and plate together.
“The God sat back in satisfaction, crunching the plate and moist cake between Their sharp teeth. He wondered if Thespius would have liked this kind of cake. Thespius always had a sweet tooth.
“They failed to notice the hidden BizzyBoy slip out of Their Domain to report to Inspekta.”