Trooper Station; Monday [ 07/18 ].

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

There was an offering of coffee from the Perk and delicious donuts from J,GoB on the coffee station today. They were from Angua and there wasn't even any indication of foul play. They were, in fact, a thank you, to Ralph, of all people.

Because, earlier, when Angua first came in for her desk shift today, she founded a neat little folder waiting for her, and, opening it, she couldn't help barking out a laugh.

He'd actually found them. The forms required for reporting missing cookware.

She didn't even care if he just completely made them up. It deserved donuts.

[[ open station is open! with donuts! ]]

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[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

"Is that a jam donut?" Vimes was simply forced to ask, looking at the selection with something akin to hope. It wasn't as greasy as home, but that was alright.

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

"Might be," said Angua, knowing full well what they all were and not just because she ordered them. She tended to be no fun with the 'guess what's inside this donut' game, on account of the fact that she could smell them all, too. "I'd take the the chance that it might be before Ralph finishes his box and starts picking at ours."

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

"And risk upsetting you?" By you, he meant himself. Because he was a right bastard when he needed to be.