Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

For some reason, everything Rey touched today at work turned into bunches of grapes. Drawer handle? Bunch of grapes. Chair? Bunch of grapes. Phone that needed fixing? Grapes. It was only since she walked in here though so maybe it was localized?

She was also having no luck in getting the gremlin to try touching anything to see if it was just her, so this was just going to be a deeply frustrating mystery today.


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Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

An entire pallet of pineapples was delivered today for some reason. Silver guessed for summery tropical drink reasons. He tried to make himself useful and cut one up but he was making a real hack job of it.

It was going to be embarrassing to google how to cut up a pineapple later on.

Chilly Boulder, Sunday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

Why did they ever come back from vacation? There had been sun, and sand, and precious little clothes, and now Lucifer was back in bloody Maryland.

Well, he supposed life had to go on, and all that. Still, not long after they'd gotten back and situated on the Rouge again, he found himself wandering in the general direction of the ice cream shop. Just to keep a bit of that summer mood (and enjoy the bit where his denial-kettle had let off some steam over the week and it hadn't exploded) in his system.

"So the Perk does these extreme shakes," he said. "What do you have that's particularly ridiculous? And don't say the Skywalker, I've seen it, it's very high school."

"An ice cream hot chocolate, you say? I suppose a float of some kind wouldn't go amiss..."

"Hm-hm, hm-hm. Yes, I see. You're a dedicated professional. Now tell me - what is the grandest concoction you've ever desired to make, yet no one has ever ordered?"

"You want to try your hand at an affogato like the ones in New York? Oh, please do."

And thus, Lucifer sat down with his complicated, espresso-flavored, cake-covered nonsense to enjoy the day.

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