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Marco nodded enthusiastically, eyes flashing between the hot sauce packets and the fire salt. Fire salt. It sounded very⌠not good, maybe, no, but fun. And a very good time with Star. And that was the point anyway. âWell, hot sauce is an old favorite. A classic, you know. You can never go wrong with hot sauce, even on a dognut.â Marco shifted his weight onto the other hip, tapping his foot as he weighed his options. âFire salt, though. More expensive, but more effective. And the nameâ fire salt!â He tutted to himself. âHot sauce, fire salt. Hot sauce. Fire salt.â A long sigh. âHow about five hot sauce packets and two of that fire sauce, gives us an equal opportunity to live on the edge. And itâs an even two dollars.â
Hot sauce was, indeed, an old favourite. Lars just doubted it was a favourite on donuts. Heâd suggest the guy was âgoing wrongâ with that choice, but they were long past the point of âwrongâ at this point. âExcruciatingly effective,â Lars agreed, his voice monotonous as the guy rambled on. âYouâre the boss,â Lars commented as he grabbed just that and stuck them in a little paper bag. He passed it to his customer before he started working on the dogs. âStrawberry. Caramel. Pineapple. Just the one?â
Marco raised an eyebrow mid-deliberation. Excruciatingly effective was a pretty colorful sell from this guy as far as he could tell. "Have you tried it?" he asked, equal parts hesitant and excited. He hoped he was speaking to a survivor, then he'd have an accurate gauge on what exactly the stuff was capable of. He watched as the dogs were prepared, a little bit disgusted and much more excited for what he was bringing back. He'd promised a donut and would be returning with a highly questionable delicacy: a successful mission by any means. "Uhhh..." Marco deliberated. Star didn't like to be alone with this sort of thing, and sharing might have been fine, but it also might have been... Weird. "Two, actually. The more the merrier, right?"


















