fandomtownies | Fandom Post Office, May 5 (Tuesday)

There were tiny pies cooling on several of the windowsills in the post office today, most of them with wedges of various sizes cut out of them already. Éponine wasn't bothering to ask where they'd come from or why they were there, but her plans to appropriate what looked like a tiny blueberry pie for breakfast were put on hold once she saw the small band of gremlins scurrying around.

They kept arranging the pies in different layouts on the floor in one corner of the lobby, and appeared to be arguing over them: there was a lot of pointing, and wild gesticulating, and some high-pitched indecipherable bickering to go with it all.

If the gremlins had something to do with this, then Éponine had no intention of eating the damned things, which was more than a little bit annoying.

"Really," she grumbled at them, "what's the point of having all those pies if you're not going to eat them?"

[OOC: No OCD, open, usual daytime SP caveat applies. This post brought to you by me drowning in Excel charts today . . .]