Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian was on the phone as he entered the shop. "--I'm sorry, Mom, but Rey's spending the holiday with her own family. Yeah, Connecticut. I know that's not all that far away from the Blackwood, Mom, but I don't think her whole family wants to decamp to a forest for the holiday. No, I--"

While his mother chatted at him over the phone, a headline on the front page of a local newspaper caught his eye: Recycled Plastics Clothing Mogul Found Dead In His Office!

"Mom? Hang on a sec, I'll call you back."

He picked up the paper and read it, confirming that, yup! It was the same guy as the article he'd showed to Pam the other week.

...Surely that was unrelated though, right? A crazy, random coincidence?

Surely.

Hmm.

...He was going to stop trolling Pam with greenwashing articles though, just to be safe.

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[thatwaslucky]

Hopefully he didn't think he was getting out of this week without texts, because that wasn't happening.

Hello from Connecticut!

Autocorrect did the heavy lifting on the spelling. Why was that second C there.

[witchoftheflesh]

Connecticut was a ridiculous name, to be clear.

Hello from Baltimore! Though I'll be in Massachusetts soon. (Mass and Conn are neighbors!)

[thatwaslucky]

And another thing,'Massachusetts' had so many letters. So many.

We'll be close! When do you head over?

[witchoftheflesh]

Honestly unnecessary.

After my shift. Heading through the Blackwoods home. Mom says hi by the way.

[thatwaslucky]

Aww, remember the five minutes Rey thought his family might not like her?

Tell her I say hi back. It must be good to see everyone again.

[witchoftheflesh]

It had been kind of adorable, honestly.

Mostly. A little complicated, but mostly. Do you know most of the people you'll be spending the holiday with?

[thatwaslucky]

No. It's Anakin's wife's family and I've never been there before. He said there are four Thanksgivings and almost everyone is new to me.

And then, Everyone I've met so far has been very nice. And they talk fast.

[joan_of_bark]

Pam breezed through the store, humming quietly to herself. "Morning, Adrian," she called on her way through.

Clearly in a great mood.