The Gig, Thursday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani found it disturbing that Kally had taken to waiting outside the barn in the mornings for her to arrive with coffee. "You goof," chided Dani even as she gave the mare an affectionate pat on the nose. "Here you go. They made it with skim milk, though, because they thought both coffees were for me." Yes, Dani was now ordering two coffees in the morning, one for her and one for her coffee-stealing horse. It was the only way she could safely keep her own coffee.

"Come on, said Dani, opening the barn door. "We've got a busy day ahead of us. For starters, I need to figure out which teachers on this island are single and most likely to take me on the ski trip."

The Gig was open.

Port of Fandom; Thursday Afternoon [10/05].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

It was no surprise that Sidon had been spending most of his free time in the ocean around the island; this had been particularly true after his conversation with Khadgar a bit ago that brought to his attention that this weather probably wouldn't last for much longer. He was uncertain how he would be able to handle the conditions that his friend had told him about, so he made it a point to enjoy this while he still could, especially as he didn't know if he could handle the winter. Would he be able to stand being inside those restrictive, dry dorms? Would he just have to stay in his tank in his room all the time, much to the annoyance of his roommate, no doubt? Or would he be unable to stand either of those options and find himself just wanting to go home to the pleasant dampness of Zora's Domain? He did miss it. Annoying as Muzu's visit had been, it did cause a spark of homesickness deep within him.

Well, those were problems for another day. Today, he would enjoy what he had been given, a good time in his race with himself around the island, a lovely bounty of fish to fill his belly, and now a pleasant floating on his back in his favorite spot, the port, watching the birds and the clouds drift across the sky.

[[and it's open, of course!]]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter read Nathan's note, eyed the flowers, and put up a barrier around them. Then went to order more zinnias.

Then he went to call his suppliers. Where were they getting these things from?

The pothos was being very clingy, and he kept having to gently untangle himself before he ended up cocooned in tendrils. "It's okay," he found himself telling it, "you're doing fine, but I have to work."

Maybe he should give up and get a cat.


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