Furnado Animal Shelter; Wednesday [01/14].

[hashtag_chocobro]

With riding lessons on the horizon in Noctra's near future (he was thinking it might be a good birthday present, actually, for when she turned three next month and he figured it was also a good incentive to really push her on that last leg of her potty training, which he felt kind of bad for, but also, he felt it was a parenting tactic that Ignis, the most parent-y non-parent person he knew, would approve of), Prompto had gotten her a few picture books about horses, and she was eager to come along with him to the shelter so that she could ask the vet all sorts of horse questions.

Grilling her, really. And when Prompto eventually suggested that she take a break so that the vet could get some work done, she pouted a little and insisted that she wasn't done. "I want Aunt Liliana to be inbreast."

If Prompto had been drinking something at that moment, he would have been spitting it out.

"Impressed," he corrected. "You want her to be impressed."

"That's what I said, Daddy! Inbreast!"

Closing his eyes, Prompto counted backwards from ten and was mostly just relieved that neither Gladio nor Ignis were here to expand on that furth--

Oh, no. Expand was a terrible word to use there, narrative.

Anyway, Furnado is open!

(And not the least bit sorry!)

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian had come to work bearing gifts!

A very belated Christmas gift of an entire crate-full of pickled, canned, dehydrated, fermented, dried, and otherwise preserved late fruits and vegetables from his garden. Yes, autumn had been over for awhile, but these things took time.

But now they were here, with a big red cloth bow on the crate to make it festive, and a witch who was very pleased with himself behind the counter.

Over Easy, Wednesday

[napking]

"Okay, this isn't, strictly speaking, breakfast. Even by my standards...no, I know we have the regular menu still--no, I'm gonna eat them! Don't walk away with them!"

Will It Waffle? Wednesday Special
King Cake Waffle Pops

Over Easy is open! And in the carnival spirit!

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (1/15)

[drumsticksandd20s]

It was halfway through January already (how???) and you'd think Steph might have gotten used to writing the correct year on all the invoices and paperwork, but no. No, she hadn't. Granted, this situation was not at all helped by Saffron constantly and loudly demanding to be fed and then voicing her displeasure that her dish was not full enough for her liking, but still.

She was working on a total overhaul of the Kickstarter game recs board, complete with hand drawn and colored cutouts of various fantasy and sci-fi creatures, so the counter was a little bit of a mess. Oops.

[OOC: I am trying to remember, so help me. Open!]