Café Fina, Tuesday

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The floors were a little soggy. The paint was a little peely. The tables had floated about during the flood and were now entirely rearranged. There might have still been some seaweed clinging to the chairs.
The kitchen staff was still wearing their rubber swim fins, and the cheese grater had decided that hip waders were going to be the next big fad there on the island.
Being a candle, Lumiere could understand their aversion to horrible flooding, but he was wise to their ways and knew well enough that it was all a sort of passive-aggressive revenge for his making them spend all of Monday mopping the floors.

Today's Specials Board reads:
Seaweed Soup, Nori Tempura, Kelp Ice Cream, Irish Moss Fritters

... Most of their fresh vegetable bins happened to be filled with seaweed as well.

(ooc: Fina is open! And, par for the course, I'm working as well. Come in and help yourselves, but today will be yet another minimum interaction day with Lumiere.)

Comments

Be Our Guest!

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Come in, sit down, envy the hip waders.

Because they are sexy, sexy hip waders.

Talk To Lumiere!

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He's a little distracted today. He has to figure out how to place an order for fresh vegetables without the benefit of fingers to dial the phone with.

OOC!

[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

Some of you might think me odd, but I miss having fresh seaweed at my disposal for eating purposes.

And I totally didn't just type porpoises, honest.