Trooper Station; Monday [04/30].

[died8yearsago]

Compared to last week especially, things were pretty quiet in the station for Rosa's desk shift. Like, too quiet, for the most part, but this week, she was kind of okay with it. She just gotten her hands on the latest Crimson Portal book, and maybe she could get a pretty good dent in it before the troopers started annoying her with stupid questions and squirrel crimes.

She'd started reading them because the main character looked like her, but they were so good, she kept reading them. She was starting to feel like Claire Essalgorn was phoning it in a little by now, though. But the woman was, like, a hundred years old or something, so Rosa figured she could be a little forgiving.

[[and it's open!]]

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

"Please tell me you're not actually feeding your new cat 'frites'," Eliot said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"It's organic," the dishwasher said.

"That doesn't actually mean -- you know what, never mind. It's your cat. Do what you like." Eliot looked at the specials menu. "Just tell me it's not actually your cat's food we're advertising serving here."

Today's specials
Steak frites
Tuna tartare

"Are you kidding?!" the dishwasher said. "Those tiny cans are expensive!"

Luke's was open.