Just a Sci-Fi Kid Like Me

It's still in storage but I took Scott out to visit it today, because it is lonely and wants attention.

Me: "I've been thinking about a name for my imprint. What do you think of Common Grounds Press?"

Scott (completely unknowing): "It sounds like a coffeeshop. I want coffee. Can a printer make coffee?"

I shouldn't be this entertained by the conversation, but I am anyway.

I have a cold and am wired on dayquil. Here, have some printerverse WIP crack:

“CG latte for Primrose Everdeen!” Jim calls out.

Raven pauses at the name; no one else steps forward for the drink, and the barista waggles his eyebrows at her. “Primrose Everdeen!” he repeats, and a few people start to look bemused.

“This is a joke, right?” Tony asks, but Steve nudges him to quiet.

“I volunteer!” Raven calls out clearly, and walks over to get her coffee. “I volunteer as tribute!” Spontaneous applause breaks out from some of the students nearby; she mock-curtsies and leaves with a bounce in her step.

“Where did you bring me, Rogers?” Tony’s eyes are narrowed into suspicious slits.

“Leave no meme behind,” Jim says, and he and Steve swap companionable salutes.