Welcome to the Bakery!

The cold was brutal and even in layers, she felt the wind’s icy fingers trailing her skin. And what was she after?

A damn coffee pot.

The canteen’s had broken and a Raider without coffee was possibly more terrifying than an enraged Rocketeer. Luxuries were far, few, and in between and coffee was liquid gold. So Topside she went.

In true fashion along the way, she’d amassed a bagful of oddities. ‘Trash Goblin’ she’d been called. But you just never knew who needed what or what price an item would grab on the open market. One Raider’s junk was, quite literally, another Raider’s treasure.

And onwards to Departures. Surely coffee was apart of Old Earth’s traditions. If it hadn’t been altogether obvious by the sheer amount of coffee mugs scattered everywhere.

Just as soon as she warmed up.