Cafe Fina [Monday Afternoon]

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The day had been going so well. Hatter had woken up, eaten something decidedly unhealthy for breakfast and was coming down to work when, just as soon as he stepped over the threshold into the restaurant, someone or something doused him with incredibly cold water.

"What in the bloody hell?" he asked, turning around in circles and nearly slipping on the slippery mess on the floor. "Who did that? Who bloody did that? I'll fire you!"

But, there were no staff around (though they were peering out from the kitchen now) and Hatter was alone, dripping wet and cold.

"This jacket was just dry cleaned!" That wasn't necessarily true but whatever. Hatter was miffed and wet and cold now. Bloody island.

TODAY'S TEA SPECIALS
Dosha Chai Rooibos Tea
Watermelon Mint Chiller White Tea
Tomato Lime Cocktail Herbal Tea

Hatter was in, soaking went and warily looking around for anyone else that was going to try and douse him today.

The park, Monday afternoon

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil didn't have any classes today, and it was the official End Of Summer. So, while Fandom didn't seem to hold the same ritual sacrifices as Night Vale, he saw no reason why he shouldn't at least go to the park and let Foucault wander and eat.

It was sort of a symbolic sacrifice of shrimp or krill or whatever. That was good enough, right?



[OOC: Open park, no OCD!]