Caritas- Wednesday

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So, today was interesting. It had involved a hawk boyfriend and a new entry of "what do hawks eat" in Kitty's Google search history. And when that answer kind of horrified her, there were additional, hopeful searches of "do hawks eat birdseed" and "can hawks eat pizza?" (She had to also consider Lucky here, don't look at her like that.) At least she was so used to having a similar-sized flying Lockheed around that this wasn't as weird as it could have been? Not that she would say that.

And after checking several times through the day to see if the rum shipment had finally made it there, when Kitty went to the bar this evening, she found it waiting for her to unload.

"Check it out, I don't have to kill anyone!" Kitty said happily, and then realized she had no idea where Clint had gotten to. Which meant when she looked up, she saw him perched at the highest point he could get to. "Right," she said, "you've hit other problems today."

SPECIALS
RUM!

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Bar

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Lounge

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Back room

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And with that, the rum is back! Squirrels still on strike till radio, though.