I shan't beg, but will merely tell of the pleasure that accoutrements the incident of an extension. A garnish not designed to be dashed upon any dish carelessly, but when used in the appropriate setting with an earnest heart, one can find themselves extracting even more flavor from the dish they prepare, and it heralds in a new swath of flavors that one would have never tasted otherwise. Perchance.
This dish, aptly named "Winter Chip XX", is a splendid feast already, but, for lack of a better analogous phrase, this winter chip is lacking dip. The extension becomes the dip for the chip, and as one would be inclined to dip their chips into the pasty fluid to experience a new world of flavor, so too would taking the dip into extending this battle lead to more flavorful submissions, and likewise new flavors of unexpected submissions never before tasted by mankind.
But, pay me no mind. I am simply here to meet my own self-contrived word count for this self-contrived essay of no significance. Perchance.
