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Celeste is a good hometown kid, so they're happy to do any sponsorships or endorsements for the great state of Maine and maybe even New England at large, if you're really nice. But the one they're really chasing is that sweet sweet Moxie sponsorship deal. It's not hockey related. It's not even going to be lucrative. It's an extremely regional soda, for God's sake. But it is also their favorite drink, and one that they're often foisting onto their friends and teammates even though they're pretty sure no one else involved is going to like it. After all, it's pretty often said that you need to try Moxie before you're ten to ever really like it, and maybe even actually younger than that. So doing Maine tourism is great, a hockey gear company or small local merch boutique is fantastic! But please, God, they want to do a Moxie sponsorship. They want the perks of the sponsorship purely in having the soda provided to them, because maybe then they can get it shipped to them instead of having to roadtrip home to Lewiston every time they have a free weekend to come back to NYC with their car laden with twelve-packs of the stuff. Please. It'd be so cool. They're begging.

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