090913 #cael Cael's kitchen. It's not so much a question of whether you're cool enough to hang out here--you're not. Stories are not good and bad, says someone wearing a cute, short summer dress. They are merely pervasive. Someone else, in a doublet and two nipple rings, holding a French horn, requests clarification. Pervasive? Or perverse? Hot cross buns steam anxiously on the range top. Perverse for sure, says Summer Dress at last. A lump of butter sidles down one bun. Tentatively we'll say pervasive. Agreed, says French Horn. Lingering by the ajar refrigerator, you fumble with tobacco and fire.