fandomtownies | The Arms Hotel, Friday

The storm damage hadn't been light, but it could have been much worse. There hadn't been enough plywood on the east coast to board up all those glass balcony doors in the fancy rooms on the upper levels. Having sharks blown into the windows hadn't helped, either. But at last the remaining shark carcasses were gone and work had begun on replacing the damaged sliding doors and windows.

The only casualty was Mary's diet. She'd lost her taste for sushi and Gunther was still refusing to cook for her. She was currently getting by on her one specialty, chocolate chip cookies.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
We are open, and we have cookies

[The OCD washed away.]