Café Fina, Wednesday

[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

Ah, another day, another food shipment.

Lumiere knew better than to expect that there actually be food in those crates. When was there ever? Well, except for that one time, but that time totally left him boggling.

So, today, when they pried open the crate and a cob of corn looked up at him and stared to sing at him soulfully, followed shortly after by a whole compliment of other singing food items, he simply declared that everyone in the kitchen wear earplugs today to drown out the screams as the cooks started to dutifully steam, peel, and bake the veggies to their hearts' content.

The Specials Board Reads:
Pay no attention to any unpleasant sounds that come from the kitchen today. It's faulty equipment. Honest.

They were not in the business of giving peas a chance.

(Fina is open!)

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[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

The dishes are singing extra loud today to help drown out the cries of, "oh, please, please, not my eyes," from the potatoes.

Talk To Lumiere!

[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

He's wearing earplugs. Still. Having no hands means that removing them again is problematic.
He probably won't answer today, but feel free to give it a shot.

In other words, the mun works tonight, but will catch pings here in about eight hours or so.

OOC!

[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

No. I'm really not obsessed with muppets. Sssh.

Re: OOC!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Far away, Hamlet felt a strange sudden urge to pick up his cakensmoosher again, for reasons that he couldn't quite explain.