Luke's, Monday

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The bushel of apples Eliot had picked up last week had somehow multiplied in the stock room into something like 30 bushels. Which was bad enough, but the stockroom, unlike the freezer, didn't exist in its own pocket dimension, and didn't actually have room for 30 bushels of apples to fit nicely, leading to Eliot catching an avalanche of apples when he opened the door to take inventory.

The invectives and threats that came out of his mouth were thorough, creative, and rather extraordinarily violent. In a show of either incredible bravery or incredible stupidity, the cook walked over to look at where he was sprawled amongst the rolling fruit anyway.

"Yeah," the cook said, offering Eliot a hand up. "This place does that sometimes."

"There is something wrong with this island!"

Today's specials
Apple and brown sugar corned beef
Brussel sprouts with apples and bacon
Deep fried apple fritters
Now hiring!

Luke's was open and ocd free. How d'you like them apples?