Freedom Arms, Thursday

[jaegerbombdad]

Herc hadn't worked in anything that could be described as customer service since he was a teenager, so he was taking some time to familiarize himself with the workings of the. Anyone entering Freedom Arms today could probably find him muttering something like, "Now why did you do that?" at the cash register or computer, as Max peacefully dozed or gnawed on a bone in the corner.

Freedom Arms is open.

The Park [Thursday afternoon]

[sith_happened]

Anakin had a finally dug out his office from the pink bunnies that Bel had infested it with (he didn't need proof to know it was Bel, okay? HE KNEW). After taking two home for Juliet and Chris (and ignoring the vague smirk on Rory's face because of course she remembered their first year and why pink bunnies were hilarious and now he missed Hamlet and dammit it, he'd gotten over that particular heartache a decade ago), he filled up a wheelbarrow with the rest and was now dumping them into the Belthazor-shaped hole in the ground located just off of the pond in the park.

Because Anakin was a petty, petty bastard.

[OOC: So, so open.]