However, the cat doesn't want me to type right now

Writing. Madly. Will probably be down to the wire tomorrow night with my Nancy Tribe Ficathon story, but the idea is there at last at last at last oh lord, why do deadlines work so well? It was a random iTunes moment that provided the real spark. Semi-random inputs also work really well with me. Which is the secret reason why I'm always asking you guys for prompts. Your input is, from my point of view, semi-random.

Speaking of which, I hope for ficspam really soon, because I do have a bunch of them ready for a final editing pass. Nearly but not quite postable.

Am drinking strange drink made with strange black tea liqueur. Mr Pedia is a strange man.
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Does black tea liqueur taste anything like black tea? Or perhaps it is better for me not to know the answer to that...