The Park, Saturday Morning

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It was still pretty cold, but still Dolf was slogging through the remains of the powdered-sugar snow again, to the park: this time to check out if there was thick ice on the pond yet, even if he wasn't able to afford skates at the moment. He clomped around the park on his Jason-granted shoes, staring at the ground.

Which kept him from noticing the danger from above.

The first cookie struck him firmly across the back of his head, and he spun around madly. "Wat--?" he exclaimed, and then a second one hit him in the shoulder. He spun over again, but there was nothing.

By the time the third hit him, he was crouching on the ground looking for the object. He picked it up and held it up for himself, a little wary now for oncoming violence from above. But he knew this one. Knew this quite well, in fact.

He smiled. Then he grinned. Then he started stuffing his pockets. He'd have to get some plastic bags and fill them before this came to an end; he'd be able to share them with Cally tomorrow night, at Saint Nicholas Eve. This was brilliant.

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The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

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So what if he had radio tonight. Deadpool was gonna enjoy the snowing of odd Dutch pastries while having a cup of coffee.

"Jan, don't put that in your mouth, it was on the ground." Plus he was being all kinds of responsible. Responsible. "Catch it in your hat, then you can eat it."

...still responsible-ish.

Look, people should expect this when they placed him in charge of the safety and care of children. And just be glad he wasn't encouraging her to make sad eyes at the barrista to get him free coffee.

Yet.

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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday [12/4]

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It was one of those days when Mary was glad her commute to work did not involve going outdoors. While waiting for her pot of tea to finish brewing, she lingered by the front door and watched Gunther racing around with pots and pans to catch the cookies falling from the sky.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Cinnamon, Pecan and Currant Cream Scones
Cucumber Mint Tea Sandwiches

[The OCD got knocked out by falling treats.]

Caritas- Saturday

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Jaina was nice and on time to work, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Tino had already set out bowls of that pastry stuff that was raining down on the bartop. She even picked a piece up to try it... and then noticed that Tino had a dustpan in one hand and decided maybe she would just put it back.

"I don't even believe in your hell, but I'm sure you're going to it," she told him. Tino didn't seem to care.

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