Astral coffee tasted kind of bad. It had a certain aroma to it that was like a concentration of all things that made coffee what it was, it was an idea of coffee more than it was any particular cup of it. Ted drank it all, intending to take whatever he could get from the Inkmaster.
The jolt went on and only got stronger. Ted could do anything he could visualize himself doing - he made a little gas lamp for the cabin, and the Inkmaster displayed a rare, whimsical side in his austere nature as he laughed at the childish excitement of the cult leader. The high cor also made them both a little cake, but it was way too dry and dull to actually serve its purpose.
"It is much harder to create food and beverages out of nothing, even on the astral plane," the Inkmaster explained and took a huge piece of the cake. "It is impressive that you were even able to make this one."
Then the deity slipped back into the austere and - for a lesser mind - scary demeanor.
