Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today's contributors are: Ann, Tabitha, Scott.
Subject: Mocha Mania
“Ann! Tabitha! Glad you're home. Someone had called and ordered a whole bunch of Frappachinos, and then called and canceled five minutes after he was supposed to pick them up. I took five of them with me when I left for you guys.”
“I'm not sure I'm in a coffee mood, and Frank, Billy and Sara are all at work.”
“I'll have one, what kind are they?”
“Java Chip. You have to have one or two Ann, you can't let good coffee and chocolate go to waste can you?”
“I'll have one, if you have one.”
“Why are you baking?”
“I'm too jittery. Have to expend the energy somewhere.”
“I just hope you're not making something like espresso brownies.”
“I am going to make chocolate chip snickerdoodles. Oddly enough we have the ingredients for them.”
“Why aren't you hyper Scott?”
“I think I'm immune. There have been days I've drank espresso like water at work. I must have built up a tolerance.”
“I wish I had a tolerance. Although, had I eaten lunch maybe I wouldn't feel as jittery.”
“You're speed walking around the couch. You're going to wear a hole in the carpet.”
“You're juggling sticks of butter that Tabitha needs for her cookies. Maybe you're not as immune as you think.”
“He's probably just gotten better at dealing with it.”
“By channeling it into juggling? Do you juggle Mochas for your customers Scott?”
“No, but I preform slight of hand on their money.”
“Ha! Now give me the butter, I need to cream it for the cookies.”
“Come and get it!”
Scott heads into the living room with it, and Tabitha gives chase and tackles him. Scott loses his balance and collides with Ann, who was still pacing, and they all crumble into a heap on the floor.
“Ouch. Get off of me!”
“Nice tackle, the Jets could use you.”
“Thank you. Now give up the butter.”
“I dropped it when you tackled me.”
“Here it is, it's smushed into my shirt. Does butter stain?”
“Only the salted kind.”
“Great, now I have to go to the store. You two behave while I'm gone.”
“Without you here to tackle us, I think we'll be fine. I'll have you know I was almost in the end zone.”
Tabitha sticks out her tongue at Scott and walks out the door.