The bartender returned, moments later, with a bowl of steaming oatmeal. <<SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL, THEY HAVE IT!>> <<Yikes, man, keep the yelling down. I'm in here too, remember?>> Sapttus doesn't even acknowledge Jasper as he begins to shovel the oatmeal in their mouth, hardly stopping to breathe. But then his eyes opened wide, his spoon clanked on the bartop, and his shoulders slumped. This.... wasn't right. He must have added the ginger afterwards. That was it, that's what he'd done. And it wasn't right.<<No! It's wrong! It's all wrong!>> Sapttus shouted internally. He began shaking slightly, as if suddenly overcome with withdrawal pains. <<Hey, it's okay, we've got the right stuff, remember?>> Jasper raised his hand and called to the bartender. "Um, sir? Actually, can we just get some hot water please? A uh, large glass would do fine... Oh. And another bowl." <<Yeah, yeah, you're right. It's going to be okay.>> They sighed heavily, and Sapttus drummed their fingers on the bar. Jasper reached into his bag and pulled out a pouch of the good stuff - they always carried plenty on them - and began shaking the bag, settling its contents to one side and tearing off the top. The bar tender returned with the water, and they set about busily mixing the ingredients.
