Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

As this holiday was coming up it was a good idea to practice arranging flowers. It also meant Seivarden didn't have to admit she enjoyed it, because she did. And the arrangements were improving. Added to that it meant she could distract herself from the theme of the holiday. It was just a matter of the colour of the flowers, after all.

It wasn't a Radchaai holiday re reminded herself. Sending flowers and sweets to your loved ones could just be done any other day. It just reminded her that she had no family here, no lovers, and no one she was sure she could call a friend. It made sense of course, they weren't particularly civilized most of them, and she would leave as soon as she could. Still, she had reluctantly admitted ti herself that a lot of the time she felt lonely.

So, a perfect day to practice flower arranging.

[Open!]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel knew what week it was, and he was dreading coming in.

Rightly so, apparently. The diner was festooned with red and white streamers, cascades of paper hearts at the corners, and a little cardboard cupid on the register.

He sighed. "Just tell me all the food isn't pink, please?"

The cook looked affronted. "We even made some things just for you!"

Miguel was pretty sure he didn't want to know.

...

...

"What is it?"

Today's Specials:
Heart-shaped pizza with chorizo
Grilled oysters with chorizo butter
Chocolate-covered strawberries


"I hate you all now."


Luke's was open!

Outside MCA, Saturday Evening

[1000yearstoolate]

Issa had been sitting by the door sounding like someone was torturing her, and Seivarden had finally given in and taken her outside. She wasn't going to let the cat go far, not knowing if she was at all used to being outside, so now the two of them were sitting on the steps at the entrance to MCA.

Issa was staring at a bird, her tail moving. Seivarden was looking at Issa, prepared to grab her if she decided to attack the bird. It wasn't that she cared about the bird, but she doubted that the cat would catch it and preferred not to have her run off in pursuit.

Seivarden just wished it could have been warmer.

[Expecting one, but open!]