Fandom Post Office, Tuesday, February 26

[filleauloup]

It was going to take a while for Éponine to get used to this whole steady-job concept, which meant it was going to take a while before she stopped examining everything inside the post office with curious intent.

Today she was shadowing an entire delivery route, so the interior of the post office itself would be lucky enough to escape too much scrutiny. Plus she'd discovered an old paperback wedged in between a couple of mail bins in the back room while exploring the building, so she was content to read that when she got back. (Getting paid to follow people around was not going to stop being amusing any time soon, either.)

The book turned out to be a bad romance novel, not too different from the kind her mother used to read. Éponine couldn't decide whether or not to be glad that she hadn't been named after a character in this particular bad romance novel, though.

She was leaning toward being glad.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

As Mary rested her head in her hands, she silently resolved to never again let Gunther watch the red carpet shows before the Academy Awards. "This is the Arms Hotel, not the Governors Ball. Just because Wolfgang Puck serves caviar on his baked potatoes on Oscar night does not mean you can do the same thing," she said, speaking very slowly to make sure that the chef understood her the first time.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Roasted Red Pepper Soup
Brussels Sprouts and Steak Stir-Fry
Brown Rice Pilaf with Saffron and Ginger
Tropical Fruit Salad

[Open! No OCD today.]