Dowser 9: excerpt: chocolate and misfits

from Chocolate Arts. And, yes, this is the bar that will be in the Swag Boxes. Whoot!

Mory jogged back into the room, sliding through the doorway and past Rochelle on the hardwood floor in her hand-knit striped socks. “I almost forgot,” she cried, thrusting her hand toward me.

She was holding a chocolate bar. A dark-chocolate bar with pistachios and dried cranberries, to be exact. From the ever-delectable, soul-fueling Chocolate Arts, to be even more exact.

“Oh my God,” I whispered reverently, gently prying it from Mory’s grasp. “Where have you been, my beauty?” I was practically cooing.

“In my bag,” Mory said. “I picked it up for you this morning. I have another one.” She looked at Rochelle. “In case things get really bad.”

The oracle stifled a chuckle.

The misfits were totally laughing at me. But, as I carefully slipped the paper wrapper off the bar and lifted the clear sticker sealing the flap, I didn’t care one bit.

Then the full implication of Mory’s words actually sunk in. “Wait!” I cried. “You were holding out on me?”

Mory laughed — apparently unaware that I was not freaking joking.

– Chapter 8, Gemstones, Elves, and Other Insidious Magic (Dowser 9)