http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2007-03-07 12:00 pm
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Café Fina, Wednesday

After wading through the delightful rain to get to the restaurant, a rather... soppy Walter went about the usual preparations for opening the restaurant.

After hearing the explanation for why the pepper shaker both smelled like perfume and was tied up in a corner, he chose to leave the fragrant item precisely where it was. (He'd heard "Who Let the Dogs Out" and considered it one of the many deplorable things about the late 20th century.)

The specials board read: Free towel with every bowl of soup.

[ooc: No, I did not type "bowel of soup" because of "towel." Nope. Not I. Slight OCD. I can sneak some interaction in via email because really, how many tables can I format before I want to steal Lumiere's wine bottles?]
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Re: OOOOOOOC

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2007-03-07 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Do the wine bottles sing and dance, too?

Because that could be either entertaining or slightly disturbing. . . .
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Re: OOOOOOOC

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2007-03-07 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Very true. And the food has been cooked in the top of a pot's head.

Re: OOOOOOOC

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2007-03-07 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It's better then the actual food talking while you try to eat it.

Re: OOOOOOOC

[identity profile] imissmydolphin.livejournal.com 2007-03-08 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
*dies at bowel of soup*