Freedom Arms, Friday
Alec was incredibly graceful, on account of being part-angel and all, so he did not slip and fall on the ice that appeared under his feet on the way to work today. He didn't like it so much when the ice appeared inside the shop, though. When it melted, the floor was going to be wet, and was the island going to clean that up all by itself?
As it turned out, no. It didn't.
So he had a mop and bucket and a few rolls of paper towels, and he was just going to work his way through cleaning the floor. Alec had exactly zero experience in this topic, so it was a little... inefficient, the way he was going about it.