Parents Weekend Brunch, Sunday

[weirderthanthou]

'Twas the last day of Parents Weekend, and thus the last day to eat on the school's dime. Delicate little lanterns hung all around the park for whatever reason, casting their dim light on a truly impressive spread of brunch items. Catering to all dietary wishes and several time periods besides.

Enjoy. And try not to start any fights.

Pick Your Poison, Sunday

[joan_of_bark]

You know, if you disregarded the questions about why Pam was currently sitting on the sofa with her feet up on the table and not moving around a lot, today was very close to perfect.

Janet was in the back room, prepping food for lunch or sorting through inventory. Harley kept breezing through the store, poking at things, keeping up a running commentary on all of the items in Pam's store (and the ridiculousness of her having one in the first place). Somewhere in between, Pam was getting a lot more information about Harley's students than she'd heard over the past few months.

It was nice.

She sipped her hot chocolate with some contentment.

Now if only the constant throbbing pain in her side would leave her be. Then it would really be perfect.

"I'm gonna go put some bows on the plants out front!" Harley hollered, then flung the door open, then marched outside. "And maybe get some more chocolate!"

Yep. Perfect.

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