Stark Industries | Saturday

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Topher had been sitting around watching a torrent of Smash-It Sam for all of fifteen minutes before he noticed that it was raining tomato slices.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," he groused as he grabbed the emergency supply of plastic wrap from behind the desk (huh, it looked like they were running low) and started covering all the electronics with it. "You're a fruit."

It wasn't even in season!

Caritas, Saturday

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The minute April walked in the door and saw Tino experimenting with new drinks, she was wary.

What he was working on, Tino explained, was a drink to adequately capture the spirit of Thanksgiving (which, yes, he was aware had already happened -- April checked). He had the potato vodka and cranberry juice, but claimed he needed something to really give it that turkey-flavored kick.

April felt no shame at all in flicking the martini glass over the side of the bar and ordering him to clean it up immediately.

Café Fina, Saturday Evening

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The Cheese Grater and the Pepper Pot had been having a hushed argument for days, now, with snitty comments being exchanged in whispers any time they came face to face.

You just HAD to invite him back to the cafe, didn't you?

He is our countryman, and a lord -- it was only proper! Should I have left him to the mercy of Fandom?

If Fandom scared him off, we wouldn't have to FEED him! We'll soon go BANKRUPT!

A large part of the problem was Porthos's enormous appetite -- he'd followed them to Fandom after a supply run a few days ago, and already the cafe was running low on supplies again. A smaller part was that he was a lord, and two of the younger knives had been acting at his personal valets, leaving the kitchen a few scullions short. And part of the problem was that, despite always being conscious of being their guest, and never deliberately doing anything contrary to that role, Porthos had begun to take charge of the kitchen and bend it to his whim.

Witness, for example, the sign in the window:

TODAY'S SPECIALS:
Thanksgiving Dinner (yes, again)
A traditional Thanksgiving feast with all the "trimmings", exquisitely prepared in seven courses by our high-class French chefs. Enjoy turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, mulled cider, pumpkin pie, and more in elegance and opulence. Just like your mother used to make, but better.
(À la carte ordering is not available during this special holiday event.)

It was the same thing they had done on Thanksgiving itself, and then again the day after. And if the Cheese Grater hadn't lied and insisted they were out of fresh turkeys, it would probably have been on the menu for days to come.

[Café Fina is open for anyone who wants to dine in luxury.]

The Perk- Saturday evening

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Kitty had gotten a good amount of shopping done today, and don't think she wasn't happy to have her powers this weekend when it became sooo much easier to deal with crowds. Before going home, she brought her couple bags to the Perk and settled in by the window with a caramel apple thingie to watch the baristas start putting up Christmas decorations.

The part where they started cursing out the lights probably shouldn't have been as amusing as it was, and yet.


[Today I am method. Open!]