92. Chocolate
April 1, 2050
Aged: 21 years

"Happy birthday my dearest," Danielle said, giving him something.
Art took the wrapped cylinder. Red paper, a gold bow. He shook it; it made a light sound. "Thanks," he said, carefully unwrapping it. It was a black cylindrical tin. He was careful to open it. It had to have something to do with a rare ingredient, he was sure. It was black chips. "What's this?" he said, sniffing it.
Danielle rolled her eyes. She pulled down a teapot, put a spoon of the black chips in, and filled it with hot water. "It's chocolate tea!"
Art's face shone in delight.