Turtle & Canary; Friday [05/28].

[white_oleander]

Astrid always felt there was a certain element of adventure involved in going to either of her jobs, but T&C especially, since there was rarely any predicting what she'd walk in to find Apu doing or setting up or celebrating.

So when she came in to find that he'd set everything up to promote all all sorts of things for grilling and picnics and things like that, she was almost a little disappointed.

"Oh, so, for Memorial Day Weekend, right?"

Which seemed not only obvious, but also a simple enough question, but for the look Apu had given Astrid for asking it, you'd think she'd not only just insulted his mother, but also his entire family for about eight generations back.

How dare she sully the good name of International Hamburger Day by insiuating it had anything to do with a different holiday entirely??

Summer was likely to get a very strongly worded 'anonymous' complaint about this when she got back from her trip.

Astrid, meanwhile, was just going to shake her head, settle in behind the counter with some drawings, and order sushi for lunch just to spite him.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Beef Brisket
Suntan Lotion
Red

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Lecter Counseling, Friday

[sharp_man]

Hannibal was discovering that after largely leaving his practice for a year or so, certain things needed taking care of. His patients had been happy with their other accommodations or virtual visits, his plants had been watered and the place dusted regularly by housekeepers, he'd made sure the tea and coffee were fresh last week...now there was paperwork.

There was always paperwork.

He had a pile.

He was eyeing it sourly between patients and wondering how much needed to be filled out and how much could be set on fire or fed to the flamingos. Maybe he should get more proactive about hiring a secretary.

For now, though, he simply hung the classy brass "Open" sign under his plaque on the gate and sat down to drink coffee and sort things.


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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had taken Lucifer this long, but he had finally had some time to sit down and watch the best-of Eurovision this year. He blamed Duke's boat and its lack of a convenient Netflix - or, well, Peacock - spot for the whole thing.

Either way, he'd come back from it with a renewed appreciation of the chanson. So he put some nice French wines on the menu, added a cheery FRANCE NIGHT above it in all caps, and sank down behind the piano to play.

"The only downside," he confided to Tiny at one point or another, "Is that I can't wave my hands around dramatically when I play it on piano."