Outside Cafe Luke's, Wednesday afternoon
Vincent didn't much like the looks of the black clouds hanging around, shortening up the horizon. It was just the sort of thing that in Eureka would mean Vincent's cafe was about to be broken in half or turned to gold or infested with ancient bugs or otherwise destroyed. He'd gotten a good couple of months in Fandom of not having to rebuild his cafe, and he had no desire to break the streak now, thank you very much.
Which would explain why he was standing outside his shop, glaring up at the clouds disapprovingly while holding a fresh minced fruit pie. Well, okay, it didn't explain the pie, but it explained the glaring at least, and the muttering under his breath. The pie, well, that was just a security thing. Like a little kid with a blanket.
[ooc: for thems what know.]
Which would explain why he was standing outside his shop, glaring up at the clouds disapprovingly while holding a fresh minced fruit pie. Well, okay, it didn't explain the pie, but it explained the glaring at least, and the muttering under his breath. The pie, well, that was just a security thing. Like a little kid with a blanket.
[ooc: for thems what know.]