J,GoB, Wednesday Afternoon

[puppy_fair]

Zack's slightly off mood from yesterday had held up, and it took him well into today to really figure out why he had slipped back into it in the first place. It had been a message from Kunsel he'd gotten this morning, a simple 'Happy Birthday, Zack. Hope you're okay out there.' And it had hit him in the chest like a freight train. Today was his birthday; the date on his PHS confirmed it. And he was... what... twenty-four? Which was such a strange thought unto itself, really. He hadn't celebrated a birthday in years, hadn't been able to, really. And now here he was, on the island, safe and sound, with a 'happy birthday' message on his phone and no idea what to do with himself.

So, once he'd nerved himself up to doing something, he made two stops in town. The first, to the shelter, to pick up a furry friend for the day. The sceltie puppies that Karla had brought in were getting big, and one of them in particular always plodded over to greet him when he came in, so she was going to be his birthday buddy. From there he headed to J,GoB to get himself a cupcake and some coffee, and to grab a few biscuits for the more puppy-shaped puppy he was keeping company with.

Then he was going to sit outside on the curb with both, kind of halfheartedly poking at his cupcake while tossing treats to the dog. There. Birthday acknowledged.

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Furnado Animal Shelter, Sept. 13

[not_every_mage]

There had been a new litter of kittens some weeks before, and even though they weren't really tiny enough to warrant hand-feeding anymore, Anders couldn't resist giving the runt of the litter a bottle of cat formula. He'd say it was just to help the little tabby keep growing, but the truth was he'd grown to love her tiny weight in his hand and the warm prickle of her needle-like claws.

He sang an old cradlesong to the kitten as he fed her, though he'd firmly deny that if anyone came into the shop.

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Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [09/13].

[merchant_of_miracles]

Another strange shipment had come into the store today, so of course the Merchant of Miracles planned to investigate it himself. Had he just been making orders after having one too many sips of Dragon's Breath? Or was he just getting sent stuff for the heck of it? Either way, he wouldn't question it if it was product that might sell, so he cracked open the crate to have a look.

Wallets. Big leather wallets, some with designs pressed into them, some plain, some died, all of them looking like they might fetch a pretty penny. "Oooooh," he gushed appreciatively, nearly falling into the large crate as he reached for one to pull out for a closer look. But as he brought it closer, he realized it didn't smell so much of leather as he expected, but the fresh, yeasty smell of freshly baked bread.

"Wait a second," he said, finding his way to his feet and flipping open the flap. Inside was a load of bread, and, gingerly, he pulled the bread out, tossing it over his shoulder, where the unicorns waited eagerly as if expecting it. And, sure enough, when the Merchant peered inside, another loaf had appeared inside.

"Ah-ha!" he said, cackling loudly. "Fairy wallet! I shoulda known by the illegible fairy writing on the side of this big ol' box. Nahaspeemapedilon, put 'em in back! If anyone actually comes in askin', okay, sure, yeah, we gots 'em. But until now, no reason to jeopardize our normal bread sales, if y'know what I mean. Ain't nobody gotta know unless they already know."

And he winked, hobbled back over to the counter, and flipped open his books, wondering where he might have put in an order with any fairies, because he certainly didn't remember it.

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Sourdough
Red

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Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter came in, saw the gourds, read Nathan's note, and sighed. Well, at least it wasn't raining anymore. But where was he supposed to plant the things that came in today?

So, he sat on a stool and, with a knife and magic, carved as many of the gourds as he could into flower pots.

So there.


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