You walk into the Tea House, getting ready to sit down to a wonderful afternoon of reading. You head towards your favorite story booth, but a shiny stand catches your eye. There is a colorful sign on top of it, written in playful bubble letters:
Curious, you walk in. Inside, a bright, happy girl greets you. "Hello!" she says. Bouncy red hair surrounds a lightly freckled face. She wears a faded green apron with a white lace. "Welcome to the Fruit Bar!" She gestures toward rows of fruit placed in front of her in a colorful arrangement. "Have a seat anywhere you like." As you move to sit at the counter, a hummingbird flits up to you. It almost looks like a regular hummingbird, but it has ruby red chest feathers, dotted with black specks. Emerald feathers cover its body, and ivory primary feathers and stripes run down its sides.
“Oh, I see you’ve met Nectar!” The girl says. “She’s our writer here. While you enjoy some fruit, why don’t you order a story or two? It is the Tea House, after all. Each short story is free, for now.” As if on cue, the hummingbird whisks out a scroll from under its feathers, and lets it unroll in front of you:
Intrigued, you take the scroll from its beak, and take out a pen. After writing down your order, you hand it back to the hummingbird, which was patiently hovering in the air. It zooms away.
Curious, you walk in. Inside, a bright, happy girl greets you. "Hello!" she says. Bouncy red hair surrounds a lightly freckled face. She wears a faded green apron with a white lace. "Welcome to the Fruit Bar!" She gestures toward rows of fruit placed in front of her in a colorful arrangement. "Have a seat anywhere you like." As you move to sit at the counter, a hummingbird flits up to you. It almost looks like a regular hummingbird, but it has ruby red chest feathers, dotted with black specks. Emerald feathers cover its body, and ivory primary feathers and stripes run down its sides.
“Oh, I see you’ve met Nectar!” The girl says. “She’s our writer here. While you enjoy some fruit, why don’t you order a story or two? It is the Tea House, after all. Each short story is free, for now.” As if on cue, the hummingbird whisks out a scroll from under its feathers, and lets it unroll in front of you:
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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Subject of Story:[/b]
[b]Additional Details:[/b]
[b]Total Price:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
Intrigued, you take the scroll from its beak, and take out a pen. After writing down your order, you hand it back to the hummingbird, which was patiently hovering in the air. It zooms away.
