Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan was unimpressed. Which really wasn't a new state of being for him or anything, granted, only in this particular case it was coming from the place of somebody who was really ready for this weekend to be over, already.

And not even because he'd met Kuzco's guest yesterday.

He'd made the mistake of sounding a little too terse that morning when he'd answered the cook's inquiry about his own visitors with an, "I don't have anybody," immediately followed by a sharp look that was intended to portray that he'd rather they let the subject drop. Of course, the Luke's staff never did anything by halves, and instead it turned into a morning of... trying to cheer Kanan up, apparently.

Today's Specials:
Nerf Carne Guisada Burritos
Spiran Caf
Jogan Fruit Cake

The nerf, the cake, and the caf, Kanan would take. He wouldn't even ask how in the world they managed to dredge up the ingredients. But that was where he was drawing the line.

"No, that's okay. I'm fine. Really. You can keep your mother-in-law."

[OOC: Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

"It's the most wonderful tiiime of the yeeear..."

It wasn't that Sparkle was in denial about what weekend it was or anything, really. Honest. Hell, it wasn't even that he was doing much better today than he had been in weeks. It was just that it was October now. Which meant that he had carte blanche to start pulling out the Halloween decorations. He was getting into the groove of it, here. Fake cobwebs, little glow-in-the-dark spiders to go in them... He hadn't gone so far as to replace all the mannequins with skeletons yet, but that was definitely on the docket.

Just as soon as he got some skeletons, mostly.

"There'll be trick-or-treat going, egg cartons for throwing, and hearts full of fear! It's the most wonderful tiiime of the yeeear!"

Just wait until he set up the big bowl of candy.

[OOC: IT'S HALLOWEEN. I mean, in a few weeks, but IT'S HALLOWEEN. Open, OCD-free!]

Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday Morning to Afternoon, The Park

[halfaclink.livejournal.com]

The sky was clear and the temperature was nice, and the park was once again filled with tables and, hopefully, parents. After all, there was so much brunch food waiting for them, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. There was also a table exclusively for mimosas. Thanks, Frank. Also on that table were cards reading "If You Want Anything Harder Than Mimosas, Talk To Frank Doyle." It was probably a joke or something. Don't worry about it, just sit back, sip your mimosas, and do what the big glittery banner said:

HEY PARENTS: HAVE SOME FOOD!