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“Yeah, it reminds me of home.” He said, accepting the cup. “I’m from Halloweentown in the Realm of Holidays. Do you know of it?”

“Halloweentown? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a place like that. I suppose it must have a lot to do with Halloween, right?”

“Oh, okay. Thank you.”

“Yeah, that tastes like bat piss. I take a cup.”

“So that means you like it?” She asked, laughing as she turned to pour him a cup. “Where are you from, by the way? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone speak the way you do.”

“We have potions and brews? Oh! So it’s similar to a werewolf’s muzzle! I’ve had that before.”

“I’ve never heard of that, I’m afraid. Why don’t you have a taste of mine and see if you like it, then I can make you your own cup.”

“Coffee? What’s that? We don’t have that back home.”

“Oh, do you have tea back home? If you do, it’s similar to that...but it’s made from coffee beans instead of tea leaves. It’s sort of...smokey tasting? I don’t know if that makes sense.”