Strokes of Genius

[onlymistaken]

There was tea, there was no upside-down rain (though it had left evidence of its presence in the form of the occasional sneeze), and there were grilled shrimp skewers from Taste of Thai on the counter while Cally re-checked the inventory order.

Grilled shrimp skewers had very little to do with art supplies, granted, but they kept the person who was supposed to be selling said supplies awake past lunchtime, so they earned a place in this narrative Cally's thoughts as she worked.

[OOC: The OCD was washed up into the sky by the rain. Mmm, shrimp.]