Zephrun’s Imperium

Thrown to the floor by Bean's use of steel, Shard of Thought props herself up on her arms. "He'll be back, right? He'd better come back."

Shard of Thought walks in carrying Bean who is asleep. "I have no idea where he lives, Luna." Shard of Thought is a Feruchemist. Just go with it.

Shard of Thought sighs. "I'm gonna go help him." She walks out the door to help Bean.

"Dapper, cap it and help me! I need to prop him up, does anyone- never mind." Shard of Thought pulls Bean to the wall and sits him up against the wall. She feels at his forehead. "Adonalsium, remind me never to give you a drink again..."

"Storm it." Shard of Thought pulls off her apron and rushes around the bar. "Lunamor, he needs help!"

Shard of Thought pours some into a shot glass. "Don't hurt yourself, sweetie."

Shard of Thought laughed to herself, turning around to grab a bottle. "Sure. Anything else, baker extraordinaire?"

"Yeah, I meant which drink. We've got lots."

"One what?" Shard of Thought asked.

Shard of Thought laughs. "That's beauteous."

I was re-reading Mistborn over the summer and I found this. "Kell," Dockson said, "do you have to stand o the ledge like that? Our plans may be a bit crazy, but I'd rather not have them end with you splattered on the cobblestones down there." And I realized. Dox... that's exactly how they end!

Oh my goshness, I love Preservation too. He's adorable. Have you read Secret History? Oh, and who's your favorite character?

Shard of Thought looked to @Dr. Dapper . "Top that," she said. Hey, look @I think I am here. it's your drink!

Eh, true. I'm still skeptical.

Shard of Thought salutes. "Will do."

"No, all I mean is that you should limit your shenanigans to after hours when we can help clean up and the customers aren't freaked out by explosions and what not."

Shard of Thought leaned against the counter. "Anything to drink?"

Shard of Thought shakes her head. "Classic. Hey, experiment later, Luna!"

Shard of Thought whips around. "Would someone explain what's going on in there?"

I have an uncle whose initial's are SPF. Um, random facts... The main melody of The Firebird suite that most people know doesn't actually start until 33 minutes into the song. (If you've never heard it and you have a spare 46 minutes, I would highly recommend listening to it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHmk7yccvws&list=LLwSlIQACjvAsgfP3H-JGpjw&index=73&t=0s) The "spit valve" on an instrument is actually called a water key. It's a misnomer to even associate it with spit because the liquid that comes out is from the condensation on the metal of the instrument. I wouldn't recommend drinking it though. Carrots weren't always orange. As a gift to the King of England, William of Orange, they had people dye carrots orange. We've known the previously white and purple veggies as orange ever since. Bears can reach speeds up to 25 miles an hour. If Ant Man were to actually get as small as he does (like, quantum level) while retaining his weight, he would cause a black hole. You can live the rest of your life without breathing. Think about it.

This is awesome. *hug!*

Shard of Thought raised a thoughtful eyebrow. She leaned in, grabbing the sphere's from the countertop and winked, grinning. "No promises," she said. Pocketing the money, she turned around, running a finger along the shelves. She selected no less than three bottles on various levels. None of the glass bottles had any labels and the differences in color barely distinguished any of them. Placing the bottles on the countertop, Shard of Thought reached down into the cupboards, pulling out a simplistic glass cup, enough to hold about 5 ounces. She poured the liquid from one bottle into the cup filling it a little over halfway. The next bottle contained a thick orange substance, but when poured into the clear liquid poured before, it turned blood red. As it settled in the bottom of the glass, Shard of Thought picked up the third bottle and offhandedly poured some into the mixture. Mist rose from the glass, the liquid turning blue. Using the other hand to mix the drink with a spoon, she pulled a tiny vial from her pocket and uncapped it, putting just a drop in the glass. Nothing happened. Pushing her blonde hair aside, Shard of Thought leaned down. And blew on the surface of the liquid. The drink bubbled, little purple sparks being kicked up. When it settled, the glass was filled with a molted blue and violet liquid. With a pinch of something silver and a lemon slice to finish, she grinned, pushing the glass forward. "How's that?"

Shard of Thought smiled, pale violet eyes shimmering. "Seeing the looks on people's faces is worth more than the drink itself."

Shard of Thought rolled her eyes. "True enough." She turned to Dr. Dapper. "Just... don't crack any of the glasses, alright? And I don't drink. I just mix 'em."