Furnado Animal Shelter, Wednesday

[not_every_mage]

Anders had never thought much about chickens, beyond appreciating them when they ended up fried and on his plate. But when he visited the chicken paradise Zack had made on the shelter's roof, he rethought that quickly. They weren't just livestock; they had interests and personalities and little rivalries all their own.

He borrowed a large black chicken to keep him company at the shelter's counter. "Don't worry if I smell like cat," he apologized, as he set up a little pen behind the register. "I just live with them."

The chicken didn't look terribly comforted.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter read the note and frowned, then looked over at the snapdragons. They'd certainly been behaving for him.

He called the supplier, who sent him over to the distributor, who put him on hold. Eventually they came back on to tell him that their flowers were guaranteed 100% non-sentient unless specified otherwise and accompanied by proof of training in handling higher vegetable lifeforms.

Which was sufficiently disturbing that Peter thanked them and hung up. He left a note to chalk the plants' behavior up to the island, then pulled a chair over to the snapdragon corner and started reading one of the plant catalogues out loud to them.

Well, it wasn't like he could play fetch or anything to keep them happy.


[Open post! No OCD.]