That cacao beverage that Boddy (was that her name? Or was he mixing her up with Gobby? No, Gobby was a god. -anyhow, this confusion told him of the evils of drink, and what loss of memory felt like) gave me to try kicked quite a punch.

Cacao hadn't didn't drunk all that much, but somehow the pixie dust swept over him again, and instead of trying to keep warm, he was now trying to keep his chocolate ambiance from melting and leaving smudgy stains on the barstools.

Aqa Jora, Spiritess of the Chicha, enjoyed the Bar O. She and Cacao were talking now. She sampled the sushi bar provender.

"Should be marinated in lemon juice, with a little hot chili flakes," she commented. "Then it would be just as good as our down home Peruvian chervise. You never tried it? Well, just wait 'til closing ceremonies, it's awesome."

"I'm not about to try chicha, either, even though I hear that Celt Gobby singing about it. Chicha, Chicka. I don't understand his language that well, though. Spittle?"

Aqa Jora sighed. "You know better than that."

Cacao looked around for the Celtic goddesses, but a lanky Egyptian woman came up to him, first. Obviously a serving lady, she handed Cacao a glass. "From an admirer."

In the glass was the same substance he'd been sampling last night.

"Maybe, Aqa Jora, if you could make chocolate flavored Chicha?"