The Park, Sunday Noon-ish

[stykera]

Sometimes it was just good to be outside. Today was one of those times for Stark. It wasn't particularly sunny but the weather was pleasant and there were birds to watch (and hopefully no raccoons watching him).

He ought to be spending more time outside, really. Maybe this week's potential hobby would be one that was done outside.

He had his phone out, idly looking up ideas for outdoor activities (and making note of some to never mention anywhere Anakin might be able to hear him), and sipping an iced coffee from the Perk.

[open park is open. because it's a park. that's how they work.]

J,GoB; Sunday Morning [06/15].

[beautiful_boc]

In their usual bid for small talk, the staff at J,GoB had asked Boc, when he came in for his usual cinnamon roll, if he had any plans for Father's Day, but he didn't even know what that was, and had to explain that he didn't really have a father. He didn't have a mother, either, at least not any more, and telling them that made him feel all awkward and sad and so as soon as he could, he thanked them for thr cinnamon roll and went scampering off to his corner.

He wasn't really that hungry anymore, though. But it was still delicious, so he was just making slow work through the pastry while brooding and wondering what he could work on making that week to make his mother proud.

[[ work is actually slowish? So definitely open for all your baked good needs! ]]