The Perk, Saturday Afternoon
After waking up this morning with the sun and getting ready for the day with the help of her wild animal friends, Cinderella had begun doing what she always did in the morning: cook and clean and sing. But then a large man chased her out of the kitchen--and the whole giant chateau!--after her bird and mouse friends had followed her in to help make breakfast.
But it felt odd not doing anything, even though Cinderella hadn't seen hide or hair of her stepmother or stepsisters since waking up. She's been drawn to the smell of percolating coffee had since pushed all the tables and chairs out of the way to scrub down the floor while singing.
"Sing sweet nightingale. Sing sweet nightingale..."
The barristas at the Perk had been fairly unfazed by those antics, even when the birds and mice that had entered in with her began to clean up, too. Fandom was Fandom, after all.
But it felt odd not doing anything, even though Cinderella hadn't seen hide or hair of her stepmother or stepsisters since waking up. She's been drawn to the smell of percolating coffee had since pushed all the tables and chairs out of the way to scrub down the floor while singing.
"Sing sweet nightingale. Sing sweet nightingale..."
The barristas at the Perk had been fairly unfazed by those antics, even when the birds and mice that had entered in with her began to clean up, too. Fandom was Fandom, after all.