Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"What do you mean, there aren't pancakes today?"

"Look, I'm doing my best," the cook complained, unperturbed by Kanan's skeptical look, "but the pancakes aren't having any of it. Look."

He poured the batter into the pan, and Kanan stood back with his arms crossed over his chest to watch.

About three seconds in, as the heat started to work its way through the batter...

"Your pancake turned into--"

"Yeah."

"Huh."

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
If it comes on a stick, that's what we've got.
No pancakes today, sorry.

Kanan didn't seem too upset by this revelation, granted. He was going to spend his day working on polishing off a stick with far too much meat on it.

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Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

The one big problem with working again was that, by his second shift since returning to the Temple, Atton was back to showing up to work with kolto patches all over his arm. It was a problem that might have been manageable if the island hadn't decided to be funny today, and Tino along with it.

"Yes, I'm very jealous of your stick of meat," Atton said irritably. "Except I'm not, because I don't need to overcompensate that much, because I'm beginning to think I'm doing a lot better in the-- Ow!"

... that problem being that Tino kept poking him in the arm.

"Yeah, I bet you think you're tough from all the way over there," Atton growled. "Space!"

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Covent Garden Flowers - Sunday

[mages_suck]

Fenris walked to the store while gnawing at meat on a stick. He'd been trying for toast, but he didn't object to the upgrade.

He phased through the door and unlocked it, turning the 'Open' sign to face the street. Tickles immediately zoomed from the back, tiny kitten paws sliding on the floor in his haste to climb Fenris and perch on his shoulder. He batted at the stick. Fenris held it out of reach. "No. You don't eat meat, and this stick has a point on the end. When I'm done with it, I'll blunt it and you can have it as a toy." He glowered at the kittenwillow. "Why do you even want this? You have toys. I bring you toys. Why must you always steal random trash to play with?"

Because: cat, Fenris.

The stinky five-pointed-star flowers had all turned white. Fenris didn't trust it. He watered them because that was his job, but he otherwise kept away from them.

Resting behind the counter, he finished his meat on a stick and dutifully slammed the tip on the counter to blunt it before throwing it across the room for Tickles to chase and bat around.

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Atlas Gym, Monday (December 17)

[notallbluemonks]

So, as Beau discovered shortly after arriving at work (almost on time, even, go her), the whole bottled water situation was going to be a bit of a problem today. Sure, it was great if you were into hot chocolate and all, but that really wasn't the optimal beverage to have after a good workout.

Which explained the "JUST USE THE FOUNTAIN" sign written in blue marker next to the cooler at the front desk, probably, scrawled in heavy block letters that somehow managed to ooze annoyance.

It probably also explained Beau grumbling under her breath all the while she was pummeling the hell out of a practice dummy. (Beating up on the dummy itself wasn't exactly unusual for her. The grumbling, on the other hand . . .)

The gym was open for business, but it was probably on the patrons today to be a little more mindful of their own hydration.