Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (8/23)

[goldfishontherocks]

Keyleth was particularly glad to be back at a flower shop that was back to normal today -- even if that definition of 'normal' entailed a flower chorus singing soothing melodies at her in four-part harmony. Maybe especially then.

She threw herself entirely into tending to the plants, spending a few extra moments talking to each one in turn, fussing a little bit extra over any of them that had any wilting leaves or bruised stems, using a little bit of magic here and there to encourage their growth and coax a few recalcitrant buds into blooming.

And if she spent a little bit of time in cat form, playing a game of pounce-and-chase with Tickles, she was pretty sure Peter wouldn't mind too much. It was therapeutic.

[OOC: Open shop, open post! Standard SP disclaimer, as always, applies.]

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

So, things were arguably back to normal. That was good, because Kanan's life had been turned on its head a little over the summer, and now he needed some downtime or he was going to make good on his threat to build himself a pillow fort and camp out in the damn thing until the fall of the Empire.

... Well. Today he was going to sit in the park and meditate near the pond, letting Stance roam free in his little swimming vest, because it was Friday, he had responsibilities, and his poor dog hadn't gotten out nearly enough over the summer due to various things thinking he looked tasty and Stance being dumb as rocks.

His eyes were closed, but he was absolutely aware of his dog attempting, again, to befriend the ducks. Some pups would never learn.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord came into Caritas, expecting... something. Anything. Drinks that turned into pizza when he picked them up or taps that ran only grape soda or plates of spaghetti that appeared on chairs just as someone was about to sit in them. But what he was met with was a completely normal bar.

Really, the weirdest part was that even Tino was acting normal, and Fjord didn't trust it.

"What, you're not even going to try to come up with some terrible new mixed drink tonight?"

Tino shrugged.

Fjord squinted at him.

[OOC: Open!]