Luke's Diner, March 15 (Sunday)
Lacey didn't usually go down to staff the diner herself on Sundays, but with the reports of all the little kids running around she kind of wanted to get in there and have some fun with them.
. . . Lacey's track record of good ideas wasn't exactly stellar.
She'd set up a stack of booster chairs and lots of coloring placemats and crayons, and the old buffet table had been wheeled out and arranged with all kinds of kid-friendly moddable food.
As for Lacey herself, she was bouncing around, beaming, and not at all unlike a little kid herself.
[OOC: Open, OCD free, and if you want to traumatize the woman with a phobia of balloons I'll love you forever.]
. . . Lacey's track record of good ideas wasn't exactly stellar.
She'd set up a stack of booster chairs and lots of coloring placemats and crayons, and the old buffet table had been wheeled out and arranged with all kinds of kid-friendly moddable food.
As for Lacey herself, she was bouncing around, beaming, and not at all unlike a little kid herself.
[OOC: Open, OCD free, and if you want to traumatize the woman with a phobia of balloons I'll love you forever.]