Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden had been made aware of a gremlin...situation in the supply closet.

Maybe more like a gremlin situationship in the process of breaking up, from what Tito could tell.

"Okay, just, uh...close the door and don't open it. And maybe turn the music up a notch or two."

He hoped the problem would stay in the supply closet. If gremlins tried to take their squabbling near his pizza he was going to get after them with a broom.

Specials
Summer Mushroom Grilled Pizza with Pistachio Vinaigrette
Chile Lime Chicken Street Corn Pizza
Goat Cheese Pizza with Tomato and Mint

Pizza Planet is open! And hopefully won't need anything from the supply closet any time soon.

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell spent a lot of time on the phone today, dealing with deliveries that had somehow gone awry. Whose idea had it been to hire squirrels to deliver flower arrangements? Certainly not hers.

And now she not only had to apologize to disgruntled customers, but also find a way to politely suggest to the squirrels that their talents might best be served doing other things. Someone come save her!

The Ink Spot, Monday evening, July 14, 2025

[fears_no_one]

So Flint had come down with a slight case of parrot again (which he was telling no one) and so he'd transferred back to himself sometime in the mid-afternoon. It had taken a few hours to figure out what day it was, another few to figure out how to correctly work the phonograph he'd unearthed from the back (still a hundred plus years ahead of him, but try to teach him about Spotify. Go ahead).

He opened the door to the shop and blasted (for phonograph definition of blast) La Marseillaise.

Yes, it wasn't freedom from England, per se, but Flint deeply approved of the future France's way of dealing with nobility. Happy Bastille Day, Future!France.

Nodding firmly to himself, he retreated to his normal seat inside the shop.