would love to keep Arthur company, though he'll have to pass on the scones, thanks.

would certainly appreciate the company. ....though...he wouldn't even consider trying them if they were doused in maple syrup?

might consider it. Does he have real maple syrup?

supposes it depends on what he means by 'real' maple syrup...he might?

means natural maple syrup, not too many artificial additives. Some people say you can't tell the difference, but you can. At least, he can.

...well, the bottle says 'all-natural', but labels have lied to him before. Might as well give it a try, right?

try it then. Maybe it'll make the scones taste... Er... Sweeter.

appreciates that. He doesn't think his delicious scones could possibly get any sweeter, but there's always a chance.

that anything can be sweeter. Sweet is the best taste there is. He pours the syrup onto the charcoal-esque scone and takes a bite.

tries to hide the obvious anticipation on his face, shifting a bit in his seat. "So...ah...how is it?"

can tell that the syrup isn't completely 100% natural, but it's not bad. As for the scone, it's the familiar taste of burnt food that has

become Arthur's signature. But the syrup overpowers a lot of it and it's a lot more bearable than usual. "Mm. It's good." He says with a

small smile.

his heart flutter a bit, partially at the compliment and partially at the sight of that familiar smile. But he hasn't seen Matthew in months

,so honestly, who can blame him? "Ah...that's good." He replies, managing a small smile of his own. "Oh...and I've got coffee, too, if you'd

like some?"

that coffee would be a good idea because the charcoal taste is starting to show through and he doesn't want to spit it out all over Arthur's

table or worse yet- Arthur himself. He nods. "Coffee sounds good." He manages, keeping up with the smile somehow.

nods, getting up and going into the kitchen to plug in the coffee maker. It's a tad bit counter-productive of him to have one, but he has to

make coffee just often enough, and he doesn't know how to make it 'by hand', so to speak, so it was a smart enough investment. "So.." he

begins casually, glancing at Matthew over the kitchen counter. "How long do you think you'll be able to stay?"

crashes into the room. "SCOOOOOONNNNEEESSS!"

swallows the little bit of scone left in his mouth trying not to gag too obviously. "I think I'll be able to stay for a couple weeks. Things

have been kind of slow lately-" He jumps when Wy rushes into the room, nearly having a heart attack. When his mind catches up with the fact

that no, the world is not ending and the sky isn't falling, he sinks back into his chair with a sigh.

"Scone me."

's heart leaps a little at the sudden intrusion, and he has to press a hand against his chest to keep it from bursting out. He relaxes just

the tiniest bit when he sees it's simply the micronation he's recently adopted, putting a few scones onto a plate and handing it to her. "Do

you want jam?"

"Yes pleaaase!"