The class was meeting in the Danger Shop again this week, and they'd find themselves in a recreation of Boston, but, like, all old-timey like. Not historically accurate, because Summer couldn't be bothered by all that, but they were specifically outside of a factory-looking building on an old-timey street, specifically 529 Commercial Street near Keany Square, in the year 1919. There was a large boat nearby, as well, but all seemed fairly quiet and calm.
For now.
( Does anyone else smell molasses? )
"Anyway, so, in conclusion," she reached for a box in the boat, "I made molasses cookies for us to enjoy, and if you guys want, you can go see what it's like to be caught in a molasses flood or if you're really into living history, see what it's like to rescue some people and horses from the molasses flood or just experience the clean-up efforts. It's all just a sandbox from here.
"Well," she corrected herself, "a molasses box."
For now.
( Does anyone else smell molasses? )
"Anyway, so, in conclusion," she reached for a box in the boat, "I made molasses cookies for us to enjoy, and if you guys want, you can go see what it's like to be caught in a molasses flood or if you're really into living history, see what it's like to rescue some people and horses from the molasses flood or just experience the clean-up efforts. It's all just a sandbox from here.
"Well," she corrected herself, "a molasses box."