Cacao followed the Celtic lasses into the Celtic room of the Four Corners Bar & Grill - at least, that was what he last remembered doing. It was no longer the 4CB&G any more. A comfortable place to be certain, but this wasn't where he'd last remembered being. Had to be faerie dust, as the ManSpirit was a teetotaler. He'd heard something about the Celts being like that. Come to think of it, there were similar legends in the Americas.

"Wait a minute? Where is this? The rooms have changed!"

One of the 'lasses' was was dressed mostly in green, and she laughed coyly. "This be Brighid's Bruidean, you musta been at that mead, o boyo."

"No, I have my chocolate to sustain me!"

She laughed heartily. "Why then, oh Spirit of Cacao, give this a try." Poured something chocolate, cacao, into his goblet. It was thick and rich.

It smelled good. Cacao raised the goblet to his nose.

"I smell chocolate. And something else."

"Best of several worlds," she laughed.

He sipped. Laughing, she ran away, clutching a bottle to her skirt labelled "Godiva".