Our Lady of Fandom, Saturday all day

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Gabriel had just returned with a box of donuts and sat down on one of the pews to eat them when one of the vases on the altar fell over and crashed on the floor, breaking into a thousand pieces. Luckily there had been no water in it, and the flowers were long since dead, but there was still a lot of broken glass on the floor. Gabriel muttered something under his breath about squirrels and how they should be made to tidy up after themselves.

[The church is open]